The outcome was decided when they brought an army, and I brought a demon.
You can sit on a throne, that doesn’t make you a ruler. It only means you have an arse.
Dead men tell tales that only I can hear.
Fame has gone to your head, and found ample room within.
The old wounds ache. They are reminders.
There can be no balance with a hand on the scale.
Any man who must say “We are winning,” is not truly winning.
Today, you fight with me. Tomorrow, for me.
The more they try to kill me the more they reveal I am on the right path.
People often ask for a hero, when a villain is what they truly need.
The demon is always in the details.
They are five steps from realizing: I am ten steps ahead.
You’re the only man I know who believes his own words, even after he’s said them.
Destiny marches, like any man.
I have killed more men with words than by my own hand. Not for lack of trying.
A calculated risk is no risk at all.
It is not the visions that haunt me, but what I do not see.
The mind is the weapon. You are unarmed.
