“The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.”

“Man is a rope, tied between beast and Superman--a rope over an abyss.”

“Man is something that shall be overcome. Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman - a rope over an abyss. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.”

“Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.”

“By an unfailing coincidence, the man who wrongs us is a villain, and the man who does us a kindness is a saint.”

“I know your kind, he said. What’s wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.”

“If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?”

“There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.”

“You're a stubborn, ill-trained horse." she said
The horse snorted and walked towards the North Road of his own volition.
"Hey!" Karigan pulled back on the reins. "Whoa. Who do you think is in charge here?”

“Wrong step, you got off track, you need someone to help us back, now.”