Quotes from Steven Erikson

All real acts of chivalry are forms of repressed behavior.

Es el ignorante quien encuentra una causa y se aferra a ella, ya que ahí radica la ilusión del significado. Fe, un rey, una reina o un emperador, o una venganza... El bastión completo de los bobos.

And to weep was to be inside oneself, entirely, an inner place far more unrelenting and unforgiving than anything that could be found outside.

Some people invite awe whether they like it or not. Such people come to be very lonely. Lonely in themselves, Sha'ik

Darkness. A place where one is left blind - a strange thing to worship." "Perhaps the most realistic worship of all.

Oh frail city! Where strangers arrive Pushing into cracks There to abide Oh blue city! Old friends gather sighs At the foot of docks After the tide Uncrowned city! Where sparrows alight In spider tracks On sills well high Doomed city! Closing comes the night History awakens Here to abide Frail Age Fisher kel Tath

Wits enough to be curious, not smart enough to be cautious.

I'm nervous." "Oh, how sad for you. Take it from me, it beats being scared witless.

There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Curiosity is my greatest curse, but simple ackowledgement of a flaw does not correct it.

Rallick followed this by driving his other knife into Orr's chest.

Do not seek to find hope among your leaders. They are the repositories of poison. Their interest in you extends only so far as their ability to control you. From you, they seek duty and obedience, and they will ply you with the language of stirring faith.

Grief rapes the mind, and I know all about rape.

But,' she continued, 'the goddess is too strong. Her will too absolute. The poison that is indifference …and I well know that taste, L'oric. Ask any orphan, no matter how old they are now, and they will tell you the same. We all sucked at that same bitter tit.

Sergeant, Kindly has probably not lain with a woman since the night of his coming of age, and that time was probably with a whore his father or uncle bought for the occasion. Women can tell these things. The man's repressed, in all the worst ways.' 'Oh, and what are the good ways of being repressed?' 'For a man? Well, decorum for one, as in not taking advantage of your rank. Listen closely now, if you dare. All real acts of chivalry are forms of repressed behavior.

Let's play a game. There is no gate – oh, you've seen it, I well know. But it is a lie. It is what your mind builds, stone by stone. For your kind love borders. Thresholds, divisions, delineations. To enter a place you believe you must leave another. But look around and you can see. There is no gate, my friend.

It's a fact that men don't need words, but women do. We have penises, after all. Who needs words when you have a penis? Whereas with women there are two breasts, which invites conversation, just as a good behind presents perfect punctuation, something every man knows. What's wrong with the world? You ask a man and he says, 'Don't ask.' Ask a woman and you'll be dead of old age before she's finished.

The black, silver-maned dragon emerged from the darkness overhead like a piece of night torn loose, flowing down to settle with a soft crunch of talons in the plain's stony soil.

Kapitáne, na chvilku… vaÅ¡e o?i… úplnÄ› svítily. Jako zvíÃ…â"¢eti." Paran se na nÄ›j zadíval. "Opravdu?" "OdpÃ…â"¢isáhl bych to s jednou nohou na pÃ…â"¢edkožce mistra KápÄ›, kapitáne.

Don't matter, now,' one said. 'We're here and here's here and that's that.

Cousin, there is very little I truly believe. Beyond the oxymoronic fact that supposedly intelligent people seem to revel in being stupid. For this, I blame the chaotic tumult of emotions that devour reason as water devours snow.

She had trapped him in this role – using the fact of his adoration, his love for her – and he was no longer certain that his love could survive such abuse.

The sky continued to convulse over them, lashing lightning in all directions.

the truth of imagination: that it was a weapon the mind drew at every turn, yet as deadly to its wielder as to its conjured foes. Wisdom arrived as one's skill with that weapon grew – we fight every battle with our imaginations: the battles within, the battles in the world beyond. This is the truth of command, and a warrior must learn command, of oneself and of others.