"I never wanted this, I never wanted to unleash my legions. Together we banished the ignorance of Old Night, but you betrayed me, you betrayed us all. You stole power from the Gods and lied to your sons. Mankind has only one chance to prosper, if you will not seize it then I will. So let it be war, from the skies of Terra to the Galactic rim. Let the seas boil, let the stars fall. Though it takes the last drop of my blood, I will see the galaxy freed once more and if I can not save it from your failure Father, then let the galaxy BURNNN!" - Horus Lupercal Warmaster of Chaos

"Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan… and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone." - Darth Malak

"Childish? The people of your world named you GREAT ONE. The people of mine called me SLAVE. Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilization to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian High Riders? Which one of us inherited a storng,CULTURED KINGDOM? Listen to your blue clad wretches yelling courage and honor, COURAGE AND HONOR, COURAGE AND HONOR!!!! Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF COURAGE!! Honor is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HONOR!!!" - Angron Primach of the 12th Legion World Eaters

"Too late for what? The republic for it already has and you just can't see it. There is no justice, no law, no order, except FOR THE ONE THAT WILL REPLACE IT. ."- Darth Maul

"This humans...Their imaginations are strong. Kill a thousand man and they will hate you. Kill a million man and they will queue to face you. But kill a single man and they will see monsters and devils in every shadow. Kill a dozen man and they will scream and wail in the night and they shall fell not hatred but fear. This is the way of obedience my sons they are panicky gossiping beasts these humans it serves us to allow them to be so..."- Konrad Curze Primach of the 8th Legion the Night Lords

'THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND IT HAS COUNTLESS LOYAL FOLLOWERS. MY GOD HAS LIVED SINCE THE DWAN OF TIME ITSELF. MY GOD IS WITHIN, MY GOD IS WITHOUT. IRON WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT.'- Andus Maggen Sergeant of the 4th Legion Iron Warriors

"It is not enough. We stand in the dust at the end of centuries of useless sin and endless failure. The Legion was poisoned and we sacrificed an entire world to cleanse it. We failed. We are the sons of the only primarch to hate his own legion. There, again, we failed. We swore vengeance on the Imperium, yet we run from every battle where we don't possess overwhelming force over a crippled enemy. We fail, again and again and again. Have you ever fought a battle you'd struggle to win, with no hope of running away? Have any of us? Have you ever, since the Siege of Terra itself, drawn a weapon with the knowledge you might die? I will not see my life whored away without meaning. Do you hear me? Do you understand me, prince of cowards? I want vengeance against a galaxy that hates us. I want Imperial worlds to cower when we draw near. I want the weeping of this Empire's souls to reach all the way to Holy Terra, and the sound of suffering will choke the corpse-god on his throne of gold. I will cast a shadow across this world. I will burn every man, woman and child so the smoke from the funeral pyres eclipses the sun. With the dust that remains, I will take the Echo of Damnation into the sacred skies above Terra, and rain the ashes of twenty million mortals down onto the Emperor's palace. Then they will remember us. Then they will remember the Legion they once feared."- Talos Valcoran leader of the 1st Claw of the 10 Company of the 8th Legion the Night Lords

"The successor chapters had come to defend BAAL from Hive Fleet LEVIATHAN. A trumpet sang with heavenly notes so refined all paused to hear it DANTE, LORD OF ANGELS! DANTE, LORD OF BAAL! DANTE, LORD OF THE FIRST-BORN SONS! Sand the chorus of cybernetic ANGELS. DANTE! DANTE! THE EXALTED HERALD OF SANGUINIUS, LEADER OF THE SANGUINARY GUARD. Brother Sepharan led the way. 'DANTE IS HERE! ALL STAND FOR COMMANDER DANTE!' He shouted. Though all in the room were already standing. The relics, the banners, the ancients ornate suits of armour were paraded before the successors of THE BLOOD. THE FEATHER OF SANGUNIUS. THE RED GRAIL WHICH CAUGHT THE DYING PRIMARCHS BLOOD. THE ANGELS LAST RECORDED WORDS. ALL LOOKED ON IN AWE, UNTIL THE LEGEND ENTERED DANTE!"- The Devastation of Baal

"Roboute Guilliman had come to Baal. There was no mistaking it. Dante had seen the primarch before, shut away in a stasis field in the Fortress of Hera on Macragge, where he had sat a second from death for most of the Imperium's history. But here he was, alive and breathing.
The primarch's physical presence hit Dante hard. Guilliman was nobility writ large, a monument in flesh. He was overwhelming. Ignoring the hurts of his healing wounds, Dante fell to his knees with a clatter and dropped his head. 'Can it really be true? Is it really you? Do you live?'
The primarch stood and set his sword aside, and came down the steps.
'Get up, Dante,' said Guilliman gently. 'I will not accept displays of humility from a man like you. You are one of the few in this era who have earned the right to speak to me on equal terms. Rise. Now.'
Dante grunted with pain as he attempted to get to his feet. Guilliman grasped Dante's pauldrons and bodily hauled the Chapter Master up.'Forgive the indignity,' Guilliman said. 'I see that you are hurt.'Dante nodded numbly.'Never kneel before me again. I will have you stand with me as a mark of respect. I will order you not to if I must. I would rather our relationship not function on those terms. I have no time for deference, there is too much to do. Though, if your pains are great, you may of course sit,' he said with the ghost of a smile.'Is this a dream of a vision?''Neither. I live. I have returned to save the Imperium,' said Guilliman. 'Forgive me, my lord.' Dante has to step back to look him in the eye. 'I failed. I called all the Chapters of the Blood, and lost them all to save Baal. The Arx Angelicum is in ruins. Thousands of Space Marines are dead, and Baal is devastated.''Forgive?' said Guilliman. 'There is nothing to forgive, Dante. You stopped them. When we arrived, the hive fleet was greatly depleted, and easily destroyed. As we speak, the Indomitus Crusade is scouring the system of the last remnants of the tyranids. You have achieved what few others have, and destroyed a major hive fleet tendril. I would congratulate you, but there is nothing I can say that encompasses the scale of what you have achieved.' Guilliman put a hand on Dante's shoulder. 'You have saved Baal from the hive mind, Commander Dante, and with it the greater part of this segmentum.'At that, Dante wept freely.
'I am sorry, I am sorry.' he said. 'I almost lost. I almost lost everything. Please forgive me.''There is nothing to forgive.'Dante did not hear. Overwhelmed by his hurts and the luminous presence of a living primarch, he collapsed to the ground."- The Devastation of Baal

"The manner of your life is not my concern, it is the manner of your death. The manner of death you have chosen is a CRIME. I am going to save you. I am going to save you all. The people of this world will rise above the station of beasts, I will make them. If I have to bathe in the blood of you all to make that happen then so be it. Justice is my purpose the only route to TOTAL JUSTICE IS FEAR! Wıthout fear there can be no order, you will suffer now to feed that many others will live and this DECAY SOCIETY take the slow road to SALVATION!!!"- Konrad Curze Primach of the 8th Legion the Night Lords

"You think I am weak. But you have grown weaker, Angron. I have learnt. I have remade my strength. While you have sold yours out of despair. You are weak, you are a slave. You were born a slave and a slave you remain. Your strength flees, It does not belong to you. It is your master’s, and the chain that keeps you throttles you. The threads of blood are thinning. The meal of slaughter will only keep you here long enough to see your bastard sons die. Their skin is my skin, a gift of suffering at the hands of our brother. You think that I would let your kind wield your weapons against me? I have taken their measure. They will die, here on this hill. They will die without striking a blow. All your best mongrel sons of slaughter. They will die, and your battered soul will watch as it sinks back into the dark."- Perturabo Primarch of the 4th Legion Iron Warriors