(Of his father Phillip)This is the man who is going to take you from Greece to Persia?! He can't even make it from one couch to the next.

It's a high ransom she charges for nine months lodging in the womb.

In the end, all that matters is what you've done.

When I was a child my mother thought me divine and my father weak... which one am I Hephaistion? Weak or divine?

Were we gods we'd breach these walls to the Eastern Ocean.

Each land, each boundary I cross, I strip away another illusion. I sense death will be the last. Yet still I push, harder and harder to reach this..."home." Where has our eagle gone? We must go on Ptolemy, until we find an end.

Aristotle be damned! By Zeus and by all the gods, what makes you so much better than them, Cassander! Better than you really are! In you and those like you is this.

What disturbs me most is not your lack of respect for my judgment, but your contempt for a world far older than ours.

You break my heart, you men...afraid!? Of course you have fears, we all have fears. Because noone has ever come this far before.