I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed.

Even a mirror will not show you yourself, if you do not wish to see.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

Good-bye and hello, as always.