Quotes from Joe Abercrombie

But we must work with the tools we have, as Savine's father had been so fond of saying.

Poison? A slow death twitching and puking on the Arch Lector's lovely mosaic floor? Or just pitching onto my face on his table? But there was really no option but to grasp the glass and take a hearty swig. The

It is nice to hold the power and make the choices for everyone. But the risk of making any choice is always that you might make the wrong one. We must make our choices nonetheless. Fear of being a grown-up is a poor reason to remain a child.

Last Argument of Kings." Inscribed on his cannons by Louis XIV

to manage a fetching style. The bruises round her

She could hear singing in the distance. One of the Breakers' marches, out on the Middleway. So long kept prisoner, they loved to march. So long kept silent, they loved to sing. To blurt their opinions from every street corner. Food and fuel might be in short supply, but of opinion there was a glut.

And what eyes they were. Calm and blue as deep water. Bright as stars. Hard as hammered iron. And ruthless as a backstreet knifing. Javre

?le jej z oczu patrzy - wyszepta?a, kiedy zyska?a pewno??, ?e nikt ich nie us?yszy. - Owszem. - I ksi??? si? jej s?ucha. - Owszem. - I trafi?a tu przed nami. - Owszem. [...] Ojciec Yarvi spojrza? na ni? z kwa?n? min?. - A widzisz? Jednak znasz si? na dyplomacji.

And he wasn't without sympathy for their cause, up to a point. Freedom and justice and so on, who doesn't like that stuff, in principle?

Body found floating by the docks . . .

But we are not prone to nervousness. Perhaps we are the unpleasant things. Perhaps the acts are ours.

Do you know what's worse than a villain? A villain who thinks he's a hero. A man like that, there's nothing he won't do, and he'll always find himself an excuse.

Hundreds of men, struggling and dying by the hellish glare of burning torches, of burning missiles, of burning houses. Friendly could hardly believe it was real. It all looked, false, fake, a model staged for a lurid painting. "The breach at Visserine." he whispered to himself, framing the scene with his hands and imagining it hanging on some rich man's wall.

No one had the answers. Worse. There weren't any. The best you could do was play a long con and act as if you had them. Never show fear. Never show doubt.

In the end, no matter what they say, most folk want a path to follow. Someone to tell 'em it'll all be fine. Someone to tell 'em what to do.

Thorn stared at it, jaw hanging open in sick disbelief. "More and more, crushing with stones seems like it might have been the less painful option." "It's not too late to change your mind," said Father Yarvi. "We may be short of comforts out here, but I'm sure we can find stones.

He was one of those bastards who can't even breathe quietly, ugly as incest and always delighted to push it in your face, leering from the shadows like the village pervert at a passing milkmaid.

The pilot of a foundering vessel, perhaps, looking to his captain, silently asking if they really did intend to go down with the ship. Perhaps that's why captains do go down with their ships. No better ideas.

Conscience is that piece of Himself that God puts into everyone,

Observa con atención, habla en tono comedido, sonríe con dulzura, rodéate de amigos, ruega con fervor al Padre Paz que haya calma y ten las espadas a mano. —Órdenes

If the Great Change had proved anything, it was that—with enough force, with enough fear—one could bend them into whatever knots one pleased.

Life rarely turns out the way we expect. We must bend with the circumstances.

La gente prefiere creer que el mundo está lleno de maldad antes que de mala suerte, egoísmo y estupidez.

There aren't many wounds that ever heal all the way, and there are some that hurt more with every day that passes.