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Flemeth: There are men who struggle against destiny, and yet achieve only an early grave. There are men who flee destiny, only to have it swallow them whole. And there are men who embrace destiny, and do not show their fear. These are the ones that change the world forever.

Warden: We were friends once.
Morrigan: Yes, we were. But I don't understand you. And you don't understand me.
Warden: Maybe. But we helped each other even so.
Morrigan: Yes. I suppose it's true.
(Witch Hunt DLC)

Velanna: You escaped from the Circle seven times… because of a girl?
Anders: Well, not because of her. But she made getting caught more fun. I'm an „always look on the bright side” type of guy.

Anders: Sooo… is there some great ceremony, when someone joins the Legion of the Dead?
Sigrun: Yes. It's called „The Funeral”.
Anders: All right. But they are not burying anyone, are they?
Sigrun: No, dwarven funerals are a lot different from the ones on the surface. They involve a lot of singing and ale. Than, there is and orgy.
Anders: What? You're kidding.
Sigrun: Of course I'm kidding!

Justice: In the Fade, nothing lives past the spirit that created it. Here, everything does. This world is fingerprints on top of fingerprints.

Alistair: What? You look like a cat that swallowed a pigeon.
Wynne: Canari.
Alistair: What?
Wynne: I look like a cat that swallowed a canari.
Alistair: I once had a really large cat, but that's not my point.

Leliana: I saw you back there!
Sten: Oh?
Leliana: Don't play innocent with me!
Sten: What are you talking about?
Leliana: You, playing with a kitten!
Sten: There was no kitten.
Leliana: Sten, I saw you! You were dangling a piece of twine for it!
Sten: I was… helping it train.
Leliana: You were picking flowers!
Sten: No, I wasn't.
Leliana: You were!
Sten: They were medicinal!
Leliana: You're a big softie!
Sten: We will never speak of this again!
Leliana: Softieee….

Anders (about being a Grey Warden): It's like walking through a park! With darkspawn.
Warden: Coupled with an early death.
Anders: Nothing's perfect.