“That is the curse of lying, Sister. Once you place that crown of the liar upon your head, you can take it off again, but it leaves a stain for all time.”

“I thought I was going to die there, alone. I thought I would never see you again." He seemed to shake off the memory and leaned back on an elbow, gazing at her with a lop-sided smile on his face."The Shadrin left some scars that aren't healed yet. But I would have to take off my pants to show them to you.""Really?" Kahlan gave a throaty laugh. "I think I better have a look... to see if everything is all right.”

“I'm surprised you don't know more about magic, Sister Verna. There is a word that is magic. It can accomplish more than you might think. Maybe you have heard it before. It is the word 'please.”

“People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true, or because they are afraid it might be true. People’s heads are full of knowledge, facts, and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it all true. People are stupid; they can only rarely tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and yet they are confident they can, and so are all the easier to fool.”

“You don't love me, Sebastian. You don't have any idea what love really is. You can't love anyone or anything until you love your own existence, first. Love can only grow out of a respect for your own life. When you love yourself, your own existence, then you love someone who can enhance your existence, share it with you, and make it more pleasurable. When you hate yourself and believe your existence is evil, then you can only hate, you can only experience the shell of love, that longing for something good, but you have nothing to base it in but hatred. You taint the very concept of love, Sebastian, with your corrupted longing for it. You want me only to justify your hatred, to be your partner in self-loathing.”

“Keep your vision all-inclusive, never allowing it to lock on any one thing...look everywhere at once, see nothing to the exclusion of all else---don't allow the enemy to direct your vision, or you will see what he wishes you to see. He will then come at you as you become bewildered, looking for his attack, and you will lose.
Instead, your vision must open to all there is, never settling, even when cutting. Know your enemy's moves by instinct, not waiting to see them. To dance with death meant to know the enemy's sword and its speed without waiting to see it. Dancing with death meant being one with the enemy, without looking fixedly, so that you could kill him. Dancing with death meant being committed to killing, committed with your heart and soul.”

“The Screelings are loose and the Keeper may win.His assassins have come to rip off your skin.Golden eyes will see you if you try to run.The screelings will get you and laugh like it's fun.Walk away slow or they'll tear you apart,and laugh all day long as they rip out your heart.Golden eyes will see you if you try to stand still.The screelings will get you, for the Keeper they kill.Hack 'em up, chop 'em up, cut 'em to bits,or else they will get you while laughing in fits.If the screelings don't get you the Keeper will try,to reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.Your mind he will flail, your soul he will take.You'll sleep with the dead, for life you'll forsake.You'll die with the Keeper till the end of time.He hates that you live, your life is the crime.The screelings might get you, it says so in text.If screelings don't get you the Keeper is next,lest he who's born true can fight for life's bond.And that one is marked; he's the pebble in the pond.”