I laugh at him, and behind us, several Inquisitors stir in surprise at the sound. Only Magiano can coax joy out of me so easily.

To those who, in spite of everything, still choose goodness.

Fear is your sword

Like fear and fury. It is energy from another realm, threads from beneath the sur­face, an immortal place never meant to be disturbed. Raffaele trembles.Something is poisoning the world.

You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others.

No. I cannot let him control me.You are mine, Adelina, Enzo growls. Turn your powers against your own fleet.

After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.

One heroic act doesn’t make a man trustworthy. What if he decides to turn his blade on you?

Make no mistake—we don’t trust each other, not by any stretch of the imagination.

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Do not let time pass you by -- make it a part of you.

There's no ''Self made'' we're all dependent.

These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation--and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? Well, so what? So's the whole damned world.

There is a law of time, a law of oblivion: glory to the dead; life to the living.

Only hidden and undetected oratory is really insidious. What reaches the heart without going through the mind is likely to bounce back and put the mind out of business.

I've always considered myself a filmmaker who writes stuff for himself to do.

It would leave no room for developments and I intend to develop in many directions.

I got a dog and named him 'Stay'. Now, I go 'Come here, Stay!' After a while, the dog went insane and wouldn't move at all.

Then sing as Martin Luther sang, As Doctor Martin Luther sang, "Who loves not wine, woman and song, He is a fool his whole life long."