I don't duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange… - Lois McMaster Bujold

I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.

A saint is not a virtuous soul, but an empty one. He — or she — freely gives the gift of their will to their god. And in renouncing action, makes action possible.

Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.

But though you’d never starve your body to wasting and still expect to go on, you starve your heart, yet act as though you can still draw on it forever without the debt ever coming due. If you fall — when you fall, you’re going to fall like a starving man.