There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine.

— Varric explains the whole game

Without an end, there can be no peace. It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun.

— Flemeth

We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment - and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.

— Flemeth

Merrill: How do you do it - living in this city without picking a side? Doesn't it matter to you?

Varric: Of course it does. That's why I don't take sides.

Merrill: That doesn't make any sense.

Varric: I've got you and Aveline, Fenris and Anders, Hawke, Isabela. I've got friends in the Circle and drinking buddies in the Templars. All of them matter.

Merrill: But you're going to fight - if it comes to that, I mean?

Varric: I fought my own brother, Daisy. Nobody said this was going to be a happy story.

— Party banter

Hawke: So what now? You aren't just going to leave, are you?

Tallis: You think I would fit into your merry entourage?

Isabela: Let's see... are you possessed? Consorting with demons? A pathological liar?

Aveline: I am none of those things.

Isabela: Can you run five miles carrying a cow over your head?

Aveline: That's better.

Tallis: I have six toes on my left foot.

Isabela: Eh, close enough.

— "Mark of the Assassin"

Your death toll is approaching natural disasters!

— Isabela, post-combat

Andraste's tears!
Sweet blood of Andraste!
Andraste's flaming sword!
Andraste's ass!
Andraste's tits!
Andraste's flaming knickers!
Andraste's sanctified ass!
Andraste's great flaming arse!
Andraste's dimpled buttcheeks!
Andraste's granny-panties!