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Arguably one of the best written game of all time (oh how I wish more VGs had better writing), here are a couple of quotes that I have assembled.. Furthermore there is a novellization of the whole game available (it's a lot of pages) that you can use to dig out more quotes (keep in mind not everything there is directly from the game).

”Nameless One : You’re going to eat me?
Ghrist: Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool questions.
Nameless One : You can try, but you’ll die from a bellyache as I gut you.
Ghrist: I’ll take that chance. ”

”Fall-from-Grace : You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered.
Nordom : ’Cutest’ is a subjective term. I prefer the designation ”fearsome cubed warrior”.
Fall-from-Grace : Of course! That’s why you’re so cute. ”

Dak’kon : When a mind does not *know* itself, it is flawed. When a mind is flawed, the man is flawed. When a man is flawed, that which he touches is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make broken.

Morte : Hey Nordom, knock-knock.
Nordom : Why do you persist in addressing me as a door?
Morte : It’s a joke, you stupid polygon! You’re supposed to answer ”Who’s there?”
Nordom : I know who is there. It is you. Why would I ask a question when I already know the answer?
Morte : Just forget it.

Vhailor : When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner’s axe.
Nameless One : I see.
Vhailor : No, you do not see. Pray you never will.

Vhailor : Justice is not blind, for I am her eyes.

Nordom: ”Attention: Morte. I have a question. Do you have a destiny? A purpose?”
Morte: ”Is Annah still wearing clothes?”
Nordom: ”Affirmatory.”
Morte: ”Then the answer is yes.”

Morte: ”Women are the reason I became a monk... and the reason I changed back...”

Vhailor: ”Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION.”

Vhalior: NOTHING that lives is innocent. Yet LAW rises ABOVE the flesh and blood. FROM IMPERFECTION PERFECTION MAY BE MADE.

Ravel: ”What can change the nature of a man?”

The Silent King: ”...”

Trias: “Powerful is that one. You shall not best him, and you shall not be able to wrest your mortality from his cold grip. It is lost to you. You have embarked on an errand undertaken only by fools.”

Nameless One: “Every time I die, Vhailor, I have lost my memories. I have no sense of self, no sense of who I am or was, and I bear thousands of scars in the mind and body from wounds I cannot remember. Death rejects me, and I fear I shall never be able to be at peace.”

Nameless One: Hold on to your logic, Nordom. You will find it a greater shield than most of the passions that rule the planes.
Nordom: “The issue no longer equals total logic.”

Nameless one: There is nothing that can be done. Memories are gone, perhaps never to return. With every death I lose a part of me.
How can one be immortal and still die?

Dak’kon: “Know that flesh cannot mark steel. Know that steel may mark flesh. In knowing this, Zerthimon became free.”

Dak’kon: “Endure. In enduring, grow strong.”

Fell: It is *torment*. It is that which draws all tormented souls to you. The flesh knows it suffers, even when the mind has forgotten. And so you wear the rune always.

Transcendent One : I am that which walks with all life. My voice is a death rattle, a last breath in the throat, the whisper of a dying man.

”Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as weapons.
Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the planes.
Remain nameless, and you shall be safe.”

”Nameless One : You’re going to eat me?
Ghrist: Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool questions.
Nameless One : You can try, but you’ll die from a bellyache as I gut you.
Ghrist: I’ll take that chance. ”

”Fall-from-Grace : You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered.
Nordom : ’Cutest’ is a subjective term. I prefer the designation ”fearsome cubed warrior”.
Fall-from-Grace : Of course! That’s why you’re so cute. ”

Dak’kon : When a mind does not *know* itself, it is flawed. When a mind is flawed, the man is flawed. When a man is flawed, that which he touches is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make broken.

Morte : Hey Nordom, knock-knock.
Nordom : Why do you persist in addressing me as a door?
Morte : It’s a joke, you stupid polygon! You’re supposed to answer ”Who’s there?”
Nordom : I know who is there. It is you. Why would I ask a question when I already know the answer?
Morte : Just forget it.

Vhailor : When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner’s axe.
Nameless One : I see.
Vhailor : No, you do not see. Pray you never will.

Vhailor : Justice is not blind, for I am her eyes.

Nordom: ”Attention: Morte. I have a question. Do you have a destiny? A purpose?”
Morte: ”Is Annah still wearing clothes?”
Nordom: ”Affirmatory.”
Morte: ”Then the answer is yes.”

Morte: ”Women are the reason I became a monk... and the reason I changed back...”

Vhailor: ”Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION.”

Vhalior: NOTHING that lives is innocent. Yet LAW rises ABOVE the flesh and blood. FROM IMPERFECTION PERFECTION MAY BE MADE.

Ravel: ”What can change the nature of a man?”

The Silent King: ”...”

Trias: “Powerful is that one. You shall not best him, and you shall not be able to wrest your mortality from his cold grip. It is lost to you. You have embarked on an errand undertaken only by fools.”

Nameless One: “Every time I die, Vhailor, I have lost my memories. I have no sense of self, no sense of who I am or was, and I bear thousands of scars in the mind and body from wounds I cannot remember. Death rejects me, and I fear I shall never be able to be at peace.”

Nameless One: Hold on to your logic, Nordom. You will find it a greater shield than most of the passions that rule the planes.
Nordom: “The issue no longer equals total logic.”

Nameless one: There is nothing that can be done. Memories are gone, perhaps never to return. With every death I lose a part of me.
How can one be immortal and still die?

Dak’kon: “Know that flesh cannot mark steel. Know that steel may mark flesh. In knowing this, Zerthimon became free.”

Dak’kon: “Endure. In enduring, grow strong.”

Fell: It is *torment*. It is that which draws all tormented souls to you. The flesh knows it suffers, even when the mind has forgotten. And so you wear the rune always.

Transcendent One : I am that which walks with all life. My voice is a death rattle, a last breath in the throat, the whisper of a dying man.

”Time is not your enemy, forever is. ”

”Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as weapons.
Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the planes.
Remain nameless, and you shall be safe.”

 

[Pakkidis]

I love it, Im going to read the novel, the game was just too damn good.