Quotes from Steven Erikson

Nunca te muestres demasiado generoso con el conocimiento que posees. Las palabras son como monedas: merece la pena ahorrarlas.

Felisin ducked as something winged past her, leaving in its wake a musty, dead smell.

Lord Fangatooth held up his fist and said, "This is a game of murder, my friend, and I mean to win it or die trying!

Always keep it simple. Complex ideas make people nervous. Complex ideas as people to think, and people don't want to think.

Like a wing sweeping them into its embrace, the storm closed around them.

The Soletaken was sundering the barrier, its hungry roar deafening in its reverberations.

Tehol wiped sweat from his brow. 'Give me some of that hen tea, will you?' 'With or without?' 'With or without what?' 'Feathers.' 'That depends. Are they clean feathers?' 'They are now,' Bugg replied. 'All right, then, since I can't think of anything more absurd. With.' Bugg reached for a clay cup. 'I knew I could count on you, Master.

Release gets addictive, you see. It becomes a fixed behaviour, as destructive as any other. Keep repeating the exercise of grief and it loses meaning, it becomes rote, false, a game of self-delusion, self-indulgence. A way of never getting over anything, ever.

Kalam knelt beside Quick Ben, studied the man's face for a moment, the slack expression, the closed eyes. Then he slapped the wizard. Hard. Quick Ben swore, then glared up at the assassin. 'I should crush you like a bug, Kalam.' 'Right now, I think,' he rumbled in reply, 'a bug's fart might blow you right off this ship, Quick.

Man and woman both, there was an age that, when reached, made the world beyond seem to fall away, drained of colour, devoid of significance. To live as a thing no longer desired but tolerated, at best humoured. To reach that age was to know the light in the eyes dimming – the first spark to wink out, and from that moment on, the shadows just crept ever closer.

Her grip bit into his arm.

Contrivances that require no food or water, that do not tire or grow lame, imagine the freedom of such a world as that would bring, Karsa Orlong." "People would go everywhere. What freedom in a smaller world, witch?

It's rare you'll find a mage with a pleasant past

Death is not an unkind fate,' Darist said above him. 'If she was a friend, you will miss her company, and that is the true source of your grief—your sorrow is for yourself. My words may displease you, but I speak from experience. I have felt the deaths of many of my kin, and I mourn the spaces in my life where they once stood. But such losses serve only to ease my own impending demise.

Blood and chaos is the wine and meat of the gods—most of them, anyway. Especially the ones most eager to meddle in mortal affairs.

Not all instincts guide one to behaviours of survival. Life is mired in stupidity, after all, and the smarter the life, the stupider it can be.

the bloodlust of a mob was always louder than a lone, reasonable voice.

Toblakai, you will be needed.' 'To do what?' 'Why, to kill a god.' 'Which god?' The Malazan woman stared, discomfited for the first time since arriving.

Unfamiliar faces, gauging regard, every sense heightened in an effort to read the unknown. The natural efforts of society. Do we all possess a wish to remain unseen, unnoticed? Is the witnessing of our actions by others our greatest restraint?

We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us

She seemed doomed ever to open her arms to the wrong lover, to love fully yet never be so loved in return. It made her pathetic stock in this retinue of squandered opportunities that scrawled out the history of a clumsy life.

Pain lanced through her thighs.

this was how young boys made amends. Without words, with spare gestures that, in their rarity, acquired all the necessary significance.

Of course, he was too busy spilling an endless flood of seed into a barely sensate and in no way resisting Captain Sater down in his cabin, and this, as all well know, is the pinnacle of all human virtue, glory and exaltation.