assassin

The life that you are about to embrace is not that of a soldier or a commando. It is the way of the assassin.

Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine' -the Wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words - 'We work in the Dark, to serve the Light. We are Assassins.' --Machiavelli

What is the truth?_ he asked. __e place faith in ourselves,_ replied Altaïr (...) __e see the world as it really is, and hope that one day all mankind might see the same.___hat is the world, then?___n illusion,_ replied Altaïr. __ne we can either submit to _ as most do _ or transcend.___nd what is it to transcend?_'To recognize that laws arise not from divinity, but reason. I understand now that our Creed does not command us to be free._ And suddenly he really did understand. __t commands us to be wise

They do not learn, fixed in their ways as they are. You are naïve tothink otherwise. It__ an illness, Assassin, for which there is but one cure.___ou__e wrong. And that__ why you must be put to rest.___m I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledgewith which you disagree? Yet you__e rather quick to steal my life.___ small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary.

I think in the corridors of power these dangerous kinds of orders are issued in a much more vague way, passed down two or three levels of command before they're given to the assassin.

Dr. Talbon was struck by another very important thing. It all hung together. The stories Cheryl told _ even though it was upsetting to think people could do stuff like that _ they were not disjointed They were not repetitive in terms of "I've heard this before". It was not just she'd someone trying consciously or unconsciously to get attention. really processed them out and was done with them. She didn't come up with them again [after telling the story once and dealing with it]. Once it was done, it was done. And I think that was probably the biggest factor for me in her believability. I got no sense that she was using these stories to make herself a really interesting person to me so I'd really want to work with her, or something. Or that she was just living in this stuff like it was her life. Once she dealt with it and processed it, it was gone. We just went on to other things. 'Throughout the whole thing, emotionally Cheryl was getting her life together. Parts of her were integrating where she could say,"I have a sense that some particular alter has folded in with some basic alter", and she didn't bring it up again. She didn't say that this alter has reappeared to cause more problems. That just didn't happen. The therapist had learned from training and experience that when real integration occurs, it is permanent and the patient moves on.

Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.

The unnamed man__ nose flared in insult as he thought to himself while the pig named Corbin prattled on. He disgusts me with his gluttonous sweat and fearful stink. He is like a swine, plumped up for the slaughter, but none I would like to eat. He sits across the table from me wheedling, desiring, wanting more and more and more. He wants assurances of safety, he wants money, he want, he wants, he wants... I am close, but not quite ready, to lean across and slit his jowls with a second smile, stand up and leave. But that is not my job...not yet.

Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.

She better be capable of achieving something of the greatness that a cure for cancer would give the world or as damned good of an assassin as he was. If she possessed none of that, she should at least be the kind of woman with both a personality and face that could make any man question his better judgment. There weren__ enough of those in the world, at least not in the world he knew.

Fear is an assassin; if you let it in your life, it will kill your dreams.

Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to __leaning_ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings _ and anyway, she didn__ need to know her mark__ entire pedigree or life__ story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read _ on those rare occasions _ her books were always dog-eared from the back.

Y__ll might as well come on out,_ I said. __ know you__e there. I can smell you.___mell me? But I just took a shower this morning!_ an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.__hut up, idiot.

This is really good,_ Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. __ou sound surprised,_ I said. He shrugged. __ just didn__ think an assassin would be able to cook like this._ __ell, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I__ multitasking._ The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. ____ kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

Who might you be?_ she demanded. __ wretched lord of cacophony and sheer decibels? Or a ruthless assassin of harmony?

Depression/The assassin inside me

Our Freedoms come from those that keep our beliefs, our ideology, and lifestyle safe. You may never know who they are but salute their presence. Their only glory is knowing we recognize their efforts even if they are but ghosts.

I__ not in the torturing business, but I am in the monster-killing business.