Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Didn't you know? Even when something bad happens to you, you have to go straight back to that piece of equipment or you get frightened. And if you're frightened you'll be hopeless at the exercise. You mustn't give up.

The only thing which exists, which counts, which still has any meaning, is fear.

Unclear tasks,' said the witcher dryly, 'can't be clearly executed.

Your vision is a world where people are afraid to venture out after dark; not for fear of cut-throats, but of the guardians of public order. For, after all, the result of all great crackdowns on miscreants is always that the miscreants enter the ranks of the guardians of public order en masse.

But you don't even know how to destroy things wisely,' Zoltan griped, ordering yet another attempt to pull a wheel out of a hole. 'Why can't you remove the stones gradually, from the edges of the road? You're like children! Instead of eating a doughnut systematically, you gouge the jam out with a finger and then throw away the rest because it's not sweet any more.

The blades were positioned at an angle–and as they entered his body, the arrow rotated and bored in like a screw, mutilating the tissue, cutting through blood vessels and shattering bone. Aplegatt lurched forward onto his horse's neck and slid to the ground, limp as a sack of wool. The sand on the road was hot, heated up so much by the sun that it was painful to the touch. The messenger didn't feel it. He died at once.

Mistrust regarding me?' 'Regarding the world, Ciri. A world in which a deceptive appearance dons the mask of truth to pull the wool over the eyes of another truth - a false one, incidentally, which also tries to deceive.

No. It's Dandilion this time, your fellow. That idler, parasite and good-for-nothing, that priest of art, the bright-shining star of the ballad and love poem. As usual he's radiant with fame, puffed up like a pig's bladder and stinking of beer. Do you want to see him?" "Of course. He's my friend, after all.

I manage. I manage because I have to. Because I've no other way out. Because I've overcome the vanity and pride defense against being different. Because I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine

Veinte años al servicio de la poesía, suficiente tiempo como para saber que hay cosas que o se entienden al vuelo, incluso sin palabras, o nunca se las entenderá.

Yet this faint sound was enough to wake the witcher – or maybe it only tore him from the half-slumber in which he rocked monotonously, as though travelling though fathomless depths, suspended between the sea bed and its calm surface amidst gently undulating strands of seaweed. He

The game is called," said the witcher slowly, "don't do unto others what you would not have them do to you.' You don't have to

He would not even have declined had she suggested they walked into hell to drink a cup of boiling tar with some fiery demons.

The world is falling to ruins," repeated Coën, nodding his head in feigned thoughtfulness. "How many times I've heard that." "Me, too," Lambert grimaced. "And it's not surprising – it's a popular saying of late.

Padlina bÄ™dzie dla was, czarodziejów, nikt wam jej nie zabierze. Chyba ?e inne sÄ™py.

I was deprived of the ability to feel so I wouldn't be able to feel how dreadfully vile is that vileness, so I wouldn't retreat from it, wouldn't run horror-stricken from it. Yes, I was stripped of feelings, But not utterly. Whoever did it made a botch of it, Yen.

La verdad es una esquirla de hielo

carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster kills me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.

Intolerance and superstition has always been the domain of the more stupid amongst the common folk and, I conjecture, will never be uprooted, for they are as eternal as stupidity itself. There, where mountains tower today, one day there will be seas; there where today seas surge, will one day be deserts. But stupidity will remain stupidity.

Yennefer looked her in the eyes and Ciri shrivelled under the gaze. "The saying goes," said the magician slowly, "that the night brings solutions. But in your case, Surprise, the only thing night can bring is yet another nightmare.

It's no wonder you can't see them," replied Geralt. "Because they're invisible. What, haven't you heard the legends about witcher swords? The uninitiated can't see them. They appear when I utter a spell. When the need arises. If one arises. Because I'm capable of doing a lot of damage even without them.

I have a different proposition.' 'I'm all ears.' 'You leave here without any competitions, races or shouting. Of your own accord, without being forced.' 'You can shove such a proposition a d'yeabl aep arse.

If you thirst for justice, hire a witcher.

Hace falta decirte, buen brujo, quiénes son las buenas personas? Son aquéllas a las que el destino les ha escatimado las ocasiones de disfrutar de las ventajas de ser malos. O aquéllas que sí han dispuesto de tales ocasiones, pero han sido demasiado estúpidas para aprovecharlas.