I am a stranger. You do not need to lie to me or pretend. Only with friends do you need masks...

Once I was a lamb, playing in a green field. Then the wolves came. Now I am an eagle and I fly in a different universe.

Less of a Galahad than a Lancelot, thought Archer. A flawed knight in a flawed world, unstable yet unyielding.

I don’t know yet whether I fully believe in fate, but certain things do happen in a man’s life that he cannot explain.

I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf.

It is said a man doesn’t get old while his mother lives. I think it’s true. You are always a child in her eyes. It is irritating in the extreme. But you know, when they have gone, you’d give the earth just to hear them treating you like a child once more.

I am not going to talk about patriotism, duty, liberty, and the defense of freedom because that’s all dung to a soldier.

Any good that I may do, let me do it now, for I may not pass this way again.

It is the nature of men to build walls around themselves. They think it will protect them from hurt. It does the opposite. The hurt still gets in, but now it rattles around the walls, unable to get out. So you build more walls. You are now seeing the world without walls. You are free, Ro. Free to hurt and free to heal.

An enemy is like a man’s most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.