Quotes from Joe Abercrombie

What's the difference between biding it and wasting it?" Clover saw no need to open his eyes. "Results, woman. Results.

Maybe there are only so many faces in the world. You get old enough, you start seeing 'em used again. Craw

Folk she'd known to be big on religion had tended to use it as an excuse for doing wrong rather'n a reason not to.

Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

I would ask you to look into your heart." "Oh, mine's a very small one. People who seek for anything of much significance in there are inevitably disappointed.

All was repeated in the still mirror of the lake below – another, shadowy world, upside down beneath his own.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first,

Folk aren't just cowards or heroes. They're both and neither, depending on how things stand. Depending on who stands with them, who stands against. Depending on the life they've had. The death they see waiting.

better next time. That's what life is." Logen

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.' Heinrich Heine

She hated walls. For her, they had always been the jaws of a trap. Ferro frowned at the bed. She hated beds, and couches, and cushions. Soft things make you soft, and she did not need them.

Above all, he has learned the trick of saying a great deal less than he knows.

Great folk are great 'cause they plant new footsteps. Not 'cause they blunder through the same mistakes some other bastards made.

He could still hear Poulder and Kroy, already arguing again, like a pair of furious ducks quacking.

There's always something dark about a man with money

Some men are like water. No matter how high they are lifted, they always yearn to return to the appropriate level.

Her father gave a sad smile at that. "Believe it or not, we all want what's best. The root o' the world's ills is that no one can agree on what it is.

Rikke sat in Skarling's Chair, an old sheepskin draped over the back and onto the seat, red cloak around her shoulders and green stones around her neck, the tattoos black on her pale face. She looked comfortable, in that uncomfortable-looking chair, one leg crossed over the other with the worn boot gently swinging. There were some big names in the room, but everyone faced a bit towards her, like flowers turning their petals towards the sun.

But far as I can tell it ain't that simple. Right things, wrong things, well… it's all a matter of where you stand. Every choice is good for some, bad for others. And once you're chief, you can't just do what's good for you, or those you love. You have to find what's best for most. Worst for fewest.

A bruising love where every pat was just this side of a slap. The love one has for something always beneath you.

My old mentor Sazine once told me you should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

Doubts and regrets, they're the cost of casting a shadow. The only folk without 'em are the dead. For what it's worth, I'd say you did the best you could.

Mason had just pulled his own knife out, a monster of a thing you could've called a sword without much fear of correction.

it is the fate of hope to end in disappointment, as it is the fate of light to end in darkness and life in death. They are still worth something while they last.