“Let arms give place to the robe, and the laurel of the warriors yield to the tongue of the orator.”

“Maybe it was possible to relinquish control. He could do this, with Bengt he could. Give himself up and fly. He closed his eyes, let himself be pulled in by the touch. Bengt's arms. Bengt's hands on his thighs, arms, chest. Lips and tongue on neck and shoulders, the need for more. 'Don't stop.”

“My Prayer? Oh' Lord give me the mind of a warrior that has been taught to fear your name, The soul of a prophet with the tongue and courage to speak truth though I be surrounded by those that despise it and the heart of a boy that believes he can slay a giant”

“Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.”

“Wisdom must yield to superstition's rules,Who arms with bigot zeal the hand of fools.”

“The hardest thing in the world is for a warrior to let others be.”