Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Moje uznanie, Reinmarze. ?e? to, jak widz?, ?e uniwersytety mog? m?odzika nauczy? jeno pija?stwa, wszetecze?stwa i plugawej mowy. ?e?, zaprawd?.

Ignorance is no justification for ill-conceived actions. When one doesn't know or has doubts it's best to seek advice.

He approached and leaned on the railing beside her. He felt the warmth emanating from her, and the faint scent of verbena. He liked the scent of verbena, although the scent of verbena was not the scent of lilac and gooseberry.

A ty? Ty nie miewasz ju? snów? - Miewam - powiedziaÅ' z goryczÄ…. - Ale od przekroczenia Jarugi bardzo rzadko. I w ogóle ich nie pamiÄ™tam po przebudzeniu. CoÅ› siÄ™ we mnie skoÅ"czyÅ'o, Cahir. CoÅ› siÄ™ wypaliÅ'o. CoÅ› siÄ™ we mnie urwaÅ'o... - To nic, Geralt. Ja bÄ™dÄ™ Å›niÅ' za nas obu.

Words aren't necessary. They won't change anything.

For him the points of the compass have no great importance. It's all the same to him which one he chooses, as long as he's not idle. That is truly a witcher's principium. The world is full of evil, so it's sufficient to stride ahead, and destroy the Evil encountered on the way, in that way rendering a service to Good. The rest takes care of itself. Being in motion is everything, the goal is nothing.

And as regards haste,' he added philosophically, 'the impression that time is quickly running out is customarily a warning signal enjoining one to reduce the pace, and proceed slowly and with due prudence.' Geralt

Little dryads fell asleep listening raptly to the wind blowing in the trees. Little witchers fell asleep listening raptly to their aching arms and legs. Our eyes also shone like Braenn's when we listened to the tales of Vesemir in Kaer Morhen. But that was long ago… So long ago… 'Well

I'll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin - which does not seem likely to me - I'll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster has killed 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.

A sense of guilt, as well as the need for expiation, a baptism of fire, aren't things you can claim an exclusive right to. Life differs from banking because it has debts which are paid off by running up debt with others.

What a hideous smile I have, Geralt thought, reaching for his sword. What a hideous face I have. And how hideously I squint. So is that what I look like? Damn.

Why, Geralt? Ciri is normal. She has normal feelings, she accepts emotions naturally, takes them for what they really are. You, obviously, don't understand and are therefore surprised by them. It surprises and irritates you. The fact that someone can experience normal love, normal hatred, normal fear, pain and regret, normal joy and normal sadness.

An enchantress always takes action. Wrongly or rightly; that is revealed later. But you should act, be brave, seize life by the scruff of the neck. Believe me, little one, you should only regret inactivity, indecisiveness, hesitation. You shouldn't regret actions or decisions, even if they occasionally end in sadness and regret.

It's time you gave up your secrets, Geralt,' Zoltan grimaced. 'Dandelion hasn't told us much we didn't know. You can't help it if you're a walking legend. They re-enact stories of your adventures in puppet theatres. Like the story about you and an enchantress by the name of Guinevere.' 'Yennefer,' Regis corrected in hushed tones. 'I saw that one. It was the story of a hunt for a genie, if my memory serves me correctly.

Isn't it beautiful here? Idyllic, damn it. A feast for the eyes!

I'll pay back what I owe,' he said quietly. 'I won't forget. It may happen that one day you'll be in need of help. Or support. A shoulder to lean on. Then call out, call out in the night. And I'll come.'   The

All of my horses are called Roach.

Songs and ballads"—the musician bowed—"never end, dear lady, because poetry is eternal and immortal, it knows no beginning, it knows no end—

You can't afford the luxury of spurning contempt. A time of contempt is approaching, Witcher, my friend, a time of great and utter contempt. You have to adapt.

He's just "me, me, by myself, all alone". A lone wolf! But you can see he's no hunter, that he's a stranger to the forest. Wolves don't hunt alone! Never! A lone wolf, ha, what twaddle, foolish townie nonsense. But he doesn't understand that!

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either

The freshly dubbed knight, Geralt of Rivia, bowed low, so that Queen Meve, his suzerein, would not see the smile - the bitter smile - that he was unable to resist.

I like elven legends, they are so captivating. What a pity humans don't have any legends like that. Perhaps one day they will? Perhaps they'll create some? But what would human legends deal with? All around, wherever one looks, there's greyness and dullness. Even things which begin beautifully lead swiftly to boredom and dreariness, to that human ritual, that wearisome rhythm called life.

It's all they ever have on their minds! It starts off brainy, but always comes back to humping!