“That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a river you called home.”

“You were a hero round these parts. That's what they call you when you kill so many people the word murderer falls short.”

“The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.”

“What’s the difference? Fill a hundred pits with dead Northmen, congratulations, have a parade! Kill one man in the same uniform as you? A crime. A murder. Worse than despicable. Are we not all men? All blood and bone and dreams?”

“Honest men are so very rare, they are often mistaken for criminals, for rebels, for madmen. What were your crimes, anyway, but to be different?''Robbery the first time, and I served seven years. When they caught me again there were eighty-four counts, with fourteen murders.'Cosca cocked an eyebrow. 'But we're you truly guilty?''Yes'He frowned for a moment then waved it away. 'Nobody's perfect. Lets leave the past behind us.”

“But you love to play the good man,don't you? Do you know what's worse than a villain? A villain who thinks he's ahero. A man like that, there's nothing he won't do, and he'll always find himself anexcuse.”

“A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.”