“Which king?”“All of them. The true and the false alike. If they would claim the realm, let them defend it.”

“Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.”

“Emperors, kings, artisians, peasens, big people---at the bottom we are all alike and all the same; all just alike on the inside, and when our clothes are off, nobody can tell which of us is which.”

“Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.”

“What is a king, JaRed?""A king," JaRed said, "is supposed to act like a king.""Yes.""The one who serves them!""Yes.""Even when-" His words stopped. No more would come. He stared in silence."The true king is the one who sacrifices himself for his people." In two strides the man towered above JaRed. "The one who loves them.”

“Still the king would have turned away, but Schmendrick touched his arm and leaned near. "It's true, you know," he whispered. "But for him--but for them all--the tale would have worked out quite another way, and who can say that the ending would have been even as happy as this? You must be their king, and you must rule them as kindly as you would a braver and more faithful folk. For they are your fate.”