Sofia Sartor: You mentioned a creed before. What is it?
Ezio Auditore: Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Sofia Sartor: That is rather cynical.
Ezio Auditore: It would be if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation on the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

You want some weapon schematics? I can show you some fucking weapon schematics! You want a superheated Saturnite Power Fist? I can hook the shit up!

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

Jackie: Ahhh, there's the awkward silence. You, uh, wanna hear a joke?
T-Bug: Now? Seriously?
Jackie: Ok, so why'd the rockerboy's output kick him out of the apartment? ... Cause he wasn't chippin' in. Hahaa!