You would think it best to save your breath for running, but I often find screaming helps.

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

Humanity can be divided into madmen and cowards. My personal tragedy is in being born into a world where sanity is held to be a character flaw.

No man should go to Valhalla with brothel rash.

Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.

A warrior fears the battle he missed. More than any fight he can make his own, he fears the fight that’s gone, that ended without him, that no feat of arms can change.

When you become a father, it changes you." Snorri spoke towards the fire’s glow. "You see the world in new ways. Those who are not changed were not properly men to begin with.

Out here you need to live in the moments. Watch the world. You're a young man, Jal, a child who's refused to grow up. Do it now, or you'll die a young man.

Men who’ve made choices always feel they own their destiny. Few ever think to ask who shaped and offered up those choices. Who dangles the carrot they think they’ve chosen to follow.

To err is human, to forgive is divine... but I’m only a cardinal and cardinals are human, so rather than forgiving you I’m going to err towards beating you with this stick.

Sometimes our worst fears aren't realized - though in my experience it's only to make room for the fears our imagination was insufficient to house.

To air one's views gratuitously, however, is to imply that the demand for them is brisk, which may not be the case, and which, in any event, may not be relevant to the discussion.

I am not a fitness freak, but I do my regular exercises.

Reader, you forget that economics precedes religion; worship grew out of eating, not the other way around.

Sometimes, especially in the last six months, I still feel like going to the window and singing out all my troubles.

No god save self, that is the way to live.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

Well I'm a 5 year old at heart; I still think that there is a monster under my bed - and I'm not joking. It's pathetic, it's really not cute.

I've seen time and time again the way that the process of trying to say something dignifies and improves a person.

The earth flourishes, or is overrun with noxious weeds and brambles, as we apply or withhold the cultivating hand. So fares it with the intellectual system of man.

If you have this passion for music, you don't stop doing it - it chooses you and doesn't release you.