"A lie, for Weasel, was a mirror. It reflected truth turned the other way round. Perceiving what was false, he was in a position to discover what was true."
Chapter 4, pg. 30

"Weasel had spun himself a spider web: not of gossamer threads but of dockers, longshoremen, and port loungers."
Chapter 4, pg. 31

"Struggling in his bonds, with a voice that range above the racket of drums, he shouted for what did not exist and had never existed: 'Long live the republic!'"
Ch. 12, pg. 105

"An uncle's heart suffered its own special pangs. Having made up his mind, he could now afford the luxury of regret."
Ch. 1, p.g.11

"Whether he was a fool or not, Constantine had truly become a king"
Ch. 6, pg. 37

"Assassination attempts can age one rapidly"
Ch. 13, pg. 109

"She hoarded her tears in a private chamber of her mind; she could not afford to waste them...