"There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself." "With words."

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

I'll not deny I am impressed by your mastery of six warrens, Quick Ben. In retrospect, you should have held back on at least half of what you command." The man made to rise. "But, Bauchelain," the wizard replied, "I did.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

You’re loitering, citizen.” “Actually, I was hesitating.

Children were meant to be gifts. The physical manifestation of love between a man and a woman. And for that love all manner of sacrifice could be borne.