Whatever my ancestors did to you, none of them consulted me.

So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.

A well-aimed spear is worth three.

You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)

Every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.