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Intolerance drunk is bad enough, but intolerance sober is quite insupportable.

Fools make news, and wise men carry it.

What an extraordinary fuss there has been,' said the Dame de Doubtance raspingly, 'about that irresponsible Irishwoman and her improper child.

Unwanted, unasked, unwelcome as ever, here I am.' 'Again,' said Lymond.

Intentions, yours or anyone else's, don't matter; they never matter and never excuse: get that into your head.

Happiness, that most childish of states, is infectious. Furthermore, in its innocence, it will not be hidden, even when tempered with sorrow

I would have forgone even the body for the sake of the mind. And I would have claimed neither body nor mind, had I discovered a soul.

If time allowed, I should be delighted to discuss my private life in every choice particular with all of you, but it really isn't relevant.

I don't like being permanently mutilated on Thursdays. I may add that Friday is my day for raping; and I like it quieter than this, and they enjoy it.

It would have made a fitting tomb, she supposed, for Thady Boy Ballagh. That it was fitting for Francis Crawford she would not believe.

Venice….I think you may promise the Tsar what you like, for I do not think for a moment that Mary Tudor will agree. The Tsar needs munitions, but he needs trade and communication with the west even more.

You mean my reputation is ruined? No wealthy gentlemen suing for my favours?' 'No respectable wealthy gentlemen suing for your favours,' he said.

This is a clever bastard, my friends. I like that word entertainment, for instance.

Right? said Lymond. You pathetic, maladroit nincompoop, you're never right.

This officer, but doubt, is callit deid.

Are we going to have a sensible discussion?' she said. 'Well, you are sensible,' Lymond said. 'And I am not unconscious, yet.

Jerott had no reason to challenge her wit. For a woman, it seemed to him at times excessive to tiresomeness.

My dear man,' Philippa said. 'It seems to me that you have no spirit left but the spirit of resentment.

You tried to …? How?' 'In the time-honoured fashion,' he said. 'My cuffs are too tight to gratify you with a view.

He was the sort of person one could with justice kill if only - if only one had had the sense to bring a weapon.

We may lack some polish,' he said. 'But distrust the society which displays overmuch dangerous charm.

He received another kiss which led him to wonder, hopefully, if the English bastard at the Hôtel d'Hercule was dying.

Evil the drink and ill the resting place. I am not, unfortunately, asleep.

I rather think one of us drunk is sufficient.