my father always used to say that nothing shows greater power than mercy.

It’s a battle. Everyone’s at it. Some live, some die, some pay, some don’t.

Try and do the best you can with what you’re given. You won’t always do the right thing, but you can try. And you can try to do the right thing next time. That, and stay alive.

There’s no shame in being scared. Bravery is being scared, and doing it anyway.

A name’s got nothing in it by itself. It’s what you make of it.

There's no curse like getting what you want.

wars were all about rich men’s ambitions and poor men’s graves.

Strange, to lock men up for thieving when the whole army lived on robbery. To dangle men for murder when they were all at the business of killing. What makes a crime in a time when men take what they please from who they please?

«Couldn’t make no difference. Every man’s a coward. A coward and a hero, depending how things stand.»

You pick your Chief, you pick your side, you pick your crew and then you stand by ’em, whatever the wind blows up.

When you’re planning what to do, always think of doing nothing first, see where that gets you.

«every war is only a prelude to talk»

men always hate in others what is most hateful in themselves.

'A great man, and much missed.’
Dogman shrugged. ‘A man, anyway. Some good and some bad in him, like most. As for much missed, depends on who you ask, don’t it?'

But fear’s a healthy thing, long as it makes you think.

Сколько бы разочарований ни подкидывала жизнь, каждое новое жалит.

И вообще войны - это всегда алчные устремления богатых и могилы бедных...

Всегда найдется кто-нибудь посильнее, побыстрее, поудачливей тебя, и чем больше ты сражаешься, тем быстрее он тебя отыщет.

Каково это, когда в тебя вонзается стрела, глубоко в плоть? В шею, в грудь, в орехи. А клинок? Наточенный металл, а тело такое мягкое. Каково оно, когда у тебя отрублена нога? Как сильно болит? Он всё время мечтал о битве, но об этой её стороне как-то не задумывался.