Mark Lawrence

When a course of action is forced upon you it__ best to accept it with grace and milk it for whatever you can get, right up to the moment the first opportunity to weasel out of the deal presents itself.

You have my advice. Carry it with you. It won't slow you down.

I want her beyond reason. I need to own, consume, worship, devour. What I've made of her in my mind cannot live in flesh.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

It is purity of spirit that will keep corruption from the flesh

Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man__ memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.

There are no other choices for you, Prince Jalan, and when there are no choices all men are equally brave.

It__ often said that cowards make the best torturers. Cowards have good imaginations, imaginations that torment them with all the worst stuff of nightmare, all the horrors that could befall them. This provides an excellent arsenal when it comes to inflicting misery on others. And their final qualification is that they understand the fears of their victim better than the victim does himself.

Sometimes our worst fears aren't realized - though in my experience it's only to make room for the fears our imagination was insufficient to house.

We all practice self-deception to a degree; no man can handle complete honesty without being cut at each turn. There's not enough room in a man's head for sanity alongside each grief, each worry, each terror that he owns. I__ well used to burying such things in a dark cellar and moving on.

To err is human, to forgive is divine... but I__ only a cardinal and cardinals are human, so rather than forgiving you I__ going to err towards beating you with this stick.

Brother Row you could trust to make a long shot with a short bow. You could trust him to come out of a knife fight with somebody else's blood on his shirt. You could trust him to lie, to cheat, to steal, and to watch your back. You couldn't trust his eyes though. He had kind eyes, and you couldn't trust them.

It doesn't pay to trust a lettered man in the road, Brothers, their heads are full of other man's ideas.

Genuine surprise is a great help when faced with an unwelcome duty. Of course, when it__ the paying of debts you__e forgetting, that can lead to broken fingers. And worse. I guess it__ a form of lying_ lying to oneself. And I__ very good at falsehoods. They often say the best liars half-believe their lies_ which makes me the very best because if I repeat a lie often enough I can end up believing it entirely, no half measures involved!

I'm a good liar. A great one. And to be a great liar you have to live your lies, to believe them, to the point that when you tell them to yourself enough times, even what's right before your eyes will bend itself to the falsehood.

Men who__e made choices always feel they own their destiny. Few ever think to ask who shaped and offered up those choices. Who dangles the carrot they think they__e chosen to follow.

There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

Lucifer spoke thus. Pride took him from heaven, though he sat at God's right hand.' Her voice grew faint, the hint of a whisper. 'In the end pride is the only evil, the root of all sins.''Pride is all I have.