Ill-considered but well-intentioned actions do more good that actions that are well-considered but cruel.

Generally speaking, we can and should say everything. We just have to choose the right time, otherwise the truth can be worse than a lie.

The common good and the individual good rarely coincide.

The hardest thing of all is when pain is hidden behind a mask of calm.

This was how you wound up in the Inquisition. When you stopped being able to see any difference between Light Ones and Dark Ones. When for you, people weren't even a flock of sheep, but just a handful of spiders in a glass jar. When you stopped believing in the future, and all you wanted to do was preserve the status quo. For yourself. For those few individuals who were still dear to you.

And the simple people are trash. A herd of sheep that are good for shearing, but sometimes it's more profitable to slaughter them.

A car's not the right place for showing off to a girl—the bed's the place for that. The consequences of a mistake there are more upsetting, but less tragic.