Quotes from Glen Cook

I cry for a little girl's dreams. I cry because the dreams will not die, though I am powerless to make them come true.

One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly.

I was never really a girl, or a woman, or a human being to Raven, Case. Even though he did awful things for me. I was a symbol, an expiation, and when I insisted on becoming a person he did the only thing he could do to keep on serving the symbol and not have to deal with a flesh-and-blood woman.

I'm going to adopt you. You'd make a wonderful daughter. Hey, evil-minded future daughter number two. You heard Arkana. What do you think?" Grudgingly, Shukrat admitted, "I think she's right." "Excellent! Let's go ask your wicked future mother's opinion." We

books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.

Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.

An old, old formula came to mind, from back when I was very young indeed. "I am a soldier." I said it first in the language I had spoken then, then repeated myself in Sleepy's own Dejagoran dialect. "I've been distracted before. I'm still alive.

She is the darkness.

One-Eye's handicap in no way impairs his marvelous hindsight. Lightning

No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our only mourners. It is the Company against the world. Thus it has been and ever will be.

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more.

Part of winning is a downdeep certainty that, no matter how bad things look, a road to victory will open.

Evil is relative, Annalist. You can't hang a sign on it. You can't touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant.

Maybe. We're all equals at the dark gate, no? The sands run for us all. Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!

A man lay before me. He had sunk as low as any I had ever known. Then he had fought his way back and back and had become worthy. A man far better than I, for he had located his moral pole star and set his course by it though it had cost his life.

The lower ranks have the privilege of questioning the sanity and competence of their commanders. It's the mortar holding an army together.

Lady muttered some very unladylike sniggen snaggen riddly rodden racklesnatzes under her breath, then

The price of order," I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn't budge. "The cost of chaos," Tom-Tom countered. Thump on his drum. "Not quite the same thing, Croaker.

If you always do the easier thing, then you cannot possibly remain steadfast when it becomes necessary to take a difficult stand. You must do what you know to be right. And you do know. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you do know and you are just making excuses because the right thing is so hard, or just inconvenient.

Bragging is how criminals get caught and men with deep secrets deliver themselves to their enemies. It's bonehead human nature. We all want to look special. Knowing something is one of the best ways.

Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks. I was her truth object, and she was mine.

He surveyed his audience with that look of sublime solemnity only a drunk can muster.