Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Geralt was amazed by her arsenal of smiles.

The wish, Geralt! Hurry up! What do you desire? Immortality? Riches? Fame? Power? Might? Privileges? Hurry, we haven't any time!' He was silent. 'Humanity,' she said suddenly, smiling nastily. 'I've guessed, haven't I? That's what you want, that's what you dream of! Of release, of the freedom to be who you want, not who you have to be. The djinn will fulfil that wish, Geralt. Just say it.

I don't care a shit about their time. What have I done to them?" groaned Dandelion. "What wrong have I done them?" "Think carefully," said the white-haired elf, approaching without a sound, "and maybe you can answer the question yourself.

You will dance to the tune they play. Or you will take leave of the dance-floor. Because the orchestra's podium is too high for you to climb up there and tell the musicians to play some other tune. Realise that at last. If you think another solution is possible, you are making a mistake. You mistake the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens

You mistake the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.

Everything has been, everything has happened. And everything has already been written about.

You have made a mistake. You mistook the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.

I waited here, in the tavern - it wasn't fitting, after all, for me to follow you into that haven of dubious delight and certain gonorrhea.

You did this because something – about which I know nothing – convinced you that destiny exists, holds sway over us, and guides us in everything we do.

I know my fate whirls about me like water in a weir. It's hard on my heels, following my tracks, but I never look back.

Not for the first time, the criteria by which women judged the attractiveness of men remained a mystery to him.

The moon shines bright, The vampire alights Swish, swish goes his cloak . . . Maiden, are you not afeared?

The fair-haired maid of Cintra, who for some unknown reason had not killed him, seemed insane. The white-haired fiend was not insane. He was calm and cold. And killed calmly and coldly.

Friendship is either the result of a lengthy process or is spontaneous.

You'll pass through fire, which burns, but also purges. And you'll do it alone. For were someone to support you in this, help you, take on even a scrap of that baptism of fire, that pain, that penance, they would, by the same token, impoverish you. They would deprive you of part of the expiation you desire, which would be owed to them for their involvement.

Il male è male, Stregobor. Minore, maggiore, medio, è sempre lo stesso, le proporzioni sono convenzionali, i limiti cancellati. Non sono un santo eremita, non ho fatto solo del bene in vita mia. Ma, se devo scegliere tra un male e un altro, preferisco non scegliere affatto.

Ma, per dirla col vampiro Regis, procedere senza meta era meglio che stare fermi senza meta, e molto meglio che arretrare senza meta

Oh, Stregobor, it would be great if the cruelty of rulers could be explained away by mutations or curses.

serio como un burdel un lunes por la mañana

In Cintra, as she remembered, an attractive man was one whose head reached the ceiling, whose shoulders were as broad as a doorway, who swore like a dwarf, roared like a buffalo and stank at thirty paces of horses, sweat and beer, regardless of what time of day or night it was.

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 form it. Yes, I was stripped of feelings. But not utterly. Whoever did it made a botch of it, Yen.

If the dreamlike visions were stripped of all pretense of order and meaning, then they could safely ignore them. According to the rules: "If I do not remember it, it means, it was not worth remembering." In the jargon of the dreamers these dreams are called "lemons".

You know her very superficially. As, incidentally, she knows you. It's quite typical of the relationship which binds you, or did bind you. Both parties aren't capable of anything other than a strongly emotional evaluation of the consequences, while ignoring the causes." "She

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