Game: The Witcher 2: assassins of kings (The Witcher II: Assassins of Kings)

Half-truths taken out of context, not too different from a lie.

Politics is like a hash. Its supposed to be eaten cold.

- You finally woke up.
- Where are we?
- In the safest place in the camp, buddy.
- Is this a brothel?
Yeah.

Not worth it to die for an idea, especially if it is based on hatred.

Don't let others poison your memory.
I hate those who try to hide their impotence.

The main thing is not to think about what would happen if we acted differently.

- I do wonder...
- What?
- That's sort of the Witcher eats?
- Mushrooms...
- Kartoplyu!
- Why kartoplyu?
- He's a man! Blood it is? Goes. Then he pours? Hence kartoplyu eats.

You're still a cub, and already growling at the bear.

Every king for the soul so fucked up, stab it with a knife - in any case fair.

Say, Selkirk of Gulets sleeping in this room. True happiness is not brought him in... but at least got some sleep before death.

Many knowledge - many losses.

To build a great plans is easier than to bring them to life.

Smart better to die than to live with fools until they die.

Hiding in holes like a rat, you will die like a rat.