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Otherwise he is no more than a clumsy oaf, a failure, having accomplished no more than might have a desperate, simple, misguided fool. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #106)

Against such mindless puppets, such naive fools, such lunatics, manipulated by those who send them forth, sitting safe in their mountain fastness, safe in their lair of prevarication and deceit, it is difficult to defend oneself. But the Gorean Assassin, he of the Black Caste, is not a naive, twisted, deluded, managed beast serving the purposes of others, but a professional killer. He wishes to kill and vanish, to live, to kill again. Otherwise he is no more than a clumsy oaf, a failure, having accomplished no more than might have a desperate, simple, misguided fool. If he himself dies, he has botched his work, he has failed, he has shamed his caste. "Hold!" said a voice, at the edge of the camp, where the track begins, which leads to the plaza of training. I stopped, and held my hands away from my body, and blinked a little against the light of the lifted, now-unshuttered dark lantern. - (Swordsmen of Gor)