Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

The tactic of terror." Linus Pitt threw the burbot's head and backbone overboard. "Violence breeds violence. Hatred has grown into hearts … and has poisoned kindred blood …

Z?o to z?o, Stregoborze - rzek? powa?nie wied?min wstaj?c. - Mniejsze, wi?ksze, ?rednie, wszystko jedno, proporcje s? umowne a granice zatarte. Nie jestem ?wi?tobliwym pustelnikiem, nie samo dobro czyni?em w ?yciu. Ale je?eli mam wybiera? pomi?dzy jednym z?em a drugim, to wol? nie wybiera? wcale.

Everyone has some kind of debt,' replied Eithné. 'Such is life, Maria Barring. Debts and liabilities, obligations, gratitude, payments… Doing something for someone. Or perhaps for ourselves? For in fact we are always paying ourselves back and not someone else. Each time we are indebted we pay off the debt to ourselves. In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us.

The fog lying on Myrkvid Forest was dense and had an irregular shape, calling to mind a heap of whipped cream squeezed onto a cake by a lunatic cook.

Because how am I to know, dammit? When I cut my finger, I bleed. I bleed every month, too. I get belly-ache when I overeat, and a hangover when I get drunk. When I'm happy I sing and I swear when I'm sad. When I hate someone I kill them and when—But enough of this! Your answer, witcher.

Incredible, Geralt. After so many years? How's it possible?' 'There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale,' said the Witcher quietly. 'Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that—' 'That what, Geralt?' 'It has to be true love.

Shit and cabbage always go hand in hand,' Percival Schuttenbach said pithly. 'One drives the other. It's a perpetum mobile.

Sir Falwick," said Geralt, not ceasing to smile. "If he draws his sword, I'll take it from him and beat the snotty-nosed little brat's arse with the flat of his blade. And then I'll batter the door down with him.

They observe the principle, Master Witcher, that since the end is justified, the means must be found.

In order to become a witcher, you have to be born in the shadow of destiny, and very few are born like that. That's why there are so few of us.

Only in fables survives what cannot survive in nature. Only myths and fables do not know the limits of possibility.

Ai confundat cerul cu stelele reflectate noaptea pe suprafata unui lac

Both parties aren't capable of anything other than a strongly emotional evaluation of the consequences, while ignoring the causes.

He who has spilt blood and he who has drunk blood,' the girl said, her head still lowered, 'shall pay in blood. Within three days one shall die in the other, and something shall die in each. They shall die inch by inch, piece by piece… And when finally the iron-shod clogs wear out and the tears dry, then the last shreds will pass. Even that which never dies shall die.

You make as good a fisherman as a goat's arse makes a trumpet.

The world is huge," repeated the elf. "That's true, human. But you have changed this world. At first, you used force to change it. You treated it as you treat anything that falls into your hands. Now it looks as if the world has started to fit in with you. It's given way to you. It's given in." Geralt didn't reply.

You inspire trust," he said, "although I know what a rogue you are.

Geralt, who always maintained there was no such thing as an ugly woman, suddenly felt compelled to revise this opinion.

Because a story where the decent ones die and the scoundrels live and carry on doing what they want is full of shit.

A choice which should be respected, for it is the holy and irrefutable right of every woman.

The voivode with the hard-to-remember name, who must have heard something about the affairs and problems of Fourhorn, politely asked whether the mares were foaling well. Gerald answered yes, much better than the stallions. He wasn't sure if the joke had been well taken, but the voivode didn't ask any more questions.

No', he thought. 'I don't want it to be like that. I'm tired. Too tired to accept the perspective of endings which are beginnings, and starting everything over again.

Mówi Ã…Å¡wiÄ™ta KsiÄ™ga - rozwrzeszczaÅ' siÄ™ na dobre Eyck - ze wynijdzie z otchÅ'ani w??, smok obrzydÅ'y, siedem gÅ'ów i dziesi?? rogów majÄ…cy! A na grzbiecie jego zasiÄ…dzie niewiasta w purpurach i szkarÅ'atach, a puchar zÅ'oty bÄ™dzie w jej dÅ'oni, a na czole jej wypisany bÄ™dzie znak wszelkiego i ostatecznego kurewstwa! - Znam jÄ…! - ucieszyÅ' siÄ™ Jaskier. - To Cilia, ?ona wójta Sommerhaldera!

The Sword of Destiny has two edges. You are one of them. The other is... Death