No treasure is worth dying for.
My sweet child, when I go, it will be far more dramatic than this.[Ciri: Are you dying?]
Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power.
Less than perfect means death.
It’s what eats you alive. Loneliness.
It’s funny how quickly people forget about you when you’re no longer of use to them.
In Nilfgaard, there are no limits. Only power and potential.
Ill winds follow grave robbers.[to Yurga]
I’ve lived through a whole dark age and three supposed end of days. It’s all horses***.
I’m supposed to be going towards someone, but instead, I’m running from someone else.
I’m scared too. I’m scared that one day, the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we, when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this Continent to do?
I’m done apologizing. I’m done with all of this. I have to move on.[to Dara]
