Isabelle Dix

“Sometimes, I consider whether the Emperor hated the Primarchs the way Fulgrim hates us."
"Speak for yourself. Our father does not hate us."
"Of course he does. From afar, you feel the lie of his warmth, the false affection you all so urgently crave. And he gives it to you but always from pity. You are his champion, yet still you cannot see it. You will never be as close to him as I was. You never see the way he really looks at us. Never seeing the wonders we wrought, only the limitations. Not our triumphs, just our flaws. He hates us, Lucius, because to Fulgrim, we are not his sons. We are a mirror, holding up an image before him that he can never do anything other than hate. We are his own failure made manifest, the miscarriage that comes about when a father tries to mould his children into something better than himself.”
― Ian St. Martin, Lucius: The Faultless Blade

“A capacity for the theoretical is admirable, but a stomach for the practical is priceless.”

—Roboute Guilliman, private writings”
― Dan Abnett, The Unremembered Empire