La volonté est ce qui lâche en dernier, bien après le cœur.

I’ve always wondered though,” Orn mused aloud, “what does God need with a starship?”
“Are you going to make that stupid quip every time we pass a missionary ship?”
“Until they learn a new position.

Orcs do not have enemies.” Monde tried to search for the proper term, “We have…adversaries.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Depends on who’s winning the war.

You can't escape an assasin," He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. "Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail - those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But this kind of death is the is the only kind of death.

A short while later, as I stare down at the bodies of the six men I have just killed, I cannot help but wonder: Do I love killing? Of a certainty, I love the way my body and weapons move as one; I revel in the knowledge of where to strike for maximum impact. And of a certainty, I am good at it.

My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.