We're not given the chance to choose absolute truth. Truth's always two-faced. The only thing we have is the right to reject the lie we find most repugnant.

One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I wish you luck.

For every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors' pyres.

At home the very walls lend you strength.

That's the way it goes sometimes: in order to help your friends, first you have to help your enemy. Better get used to it.

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

We are our own gods and our own demons.