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On the way back, they sang a number of tuneful and reflective songs on the subjects of peace, justice, morality, culture, sport, family life, and the obliteration of all other life forms.

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A Song of Ice and Fire:

The oath of the Night's Watch.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Discworld: The millennia-old messenger golem Anghammarad remembers a Badass version of the A-M Post Office motto from the dawn of time: "Neither Deluge Nor Ice Storm Nor The Black Silence Of The Netherhells Shall Stay These Messengers About Their Sacred Business. Do Not Ask Us About Sabre-Tooth Tigers, Tar Pits, Big Green Things With Teeth Or The Goddess Czol."

The Road of Kings a poem written by Robert E. Howard that tells things from Conan's perspective after he becomes king of Aquilonia. Gleaming shell of an outworn lie, fable of Right Divine. You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine. The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell For promise of valleys filled with gold or threat of the Halls of Hell!

When I was a fighting man, the kettle-drums they beat. The people scattered gold dust before my horse's feet. But now I am a great king; the people hound my track, With poison in my wine cup, and daggers at my back.

What do I know of cultured ways; the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land, and bred in the open sky? The subtle tongue, the sophist guile; they fail when the broadswords sing. Rush in and die, dogs — I was a man before I was a king!

The First Horn (Heavy Infantry) form Richard Schwartz's series Das Geheimnis von Askir (translated): Who are we? The first horn of the bull! What are we? Steadfast! Where do we stand? On the ground from which we will not retreat! Where do we go? To the gods, with Askir, the emperor, our honour and our duty! The Draka Service to the State. Glory to the Race.

Tennyson, "Sir Gallahad": My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.

Tennyson again, "Ulysses"

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

And again, in "The Charge of the Light Brigade"

Theirs not to make reply Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die

Harry Dresden has several: The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But in my corner of the country, I'm trying to nail things down. [...] I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter. Where trolls stay the hell under their bridges, and where elves don't come swooping out to snatch children from their cradles. Where vampires respect the limits, and where the faeries mind their p's and q's. My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call. I'm in the book.

  • "In Rust We Trust."

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“Prophecy is like a half-trained mule. It looks as though it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head." - Tyrion

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