Quotes from Glen Cook

The Lady was medicine bad enough. The Dominator, though, was the body of which her evil was but a shadow. Or so the legend goes. I sometimes wonder why, if that is true, she walks the earth and he lies restless in the grave.

None of us are going to get out of this alive so we might as well grab a laugh while we can.

Fate is a fickle bitch who dotes on irony.

Truth is a deadly weapon, Lady said.

Nevertheless, four hours after dawn they began dying for their cause.

No soldier likes the thought of losing his best friend and favorite toy.

A guy I worked with and I talked it over about what you do with drunks. His dad was a reformed drunk. He told me you got to stop trying to help them out. You got to stop making excuses for them and not take excuses from them. You got to put them on a spot where they can't do nothing but face the truth because they aren't going to change a bit till they decide to do it. They got to be the ones who believe they've turned into dregs and something has got to be changed.

I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive.

Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?" "I don't know. The falling sickness?" "Give him some of his own soup," somebody suggested. "Serve him right." A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat. His eye clicked open. "What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?" "Your soup," I told him.

What did we do today to frighten the world?

Let's say the madonnas of the night in Elm were severely disappointed in the Black Company.

When I reflect on my companions' inner natures I usually wish I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look into the jungle of my own soul and thank heaven that I cannot. Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.

I snuck a glance at her. She wore a teasing little smile. I shifted my attention to the fighting. What she did to me, just sitting there, amidst the fury of the end of the world, was more frightening than the prospect of a death in battle. I am too old to boil like a horny fifteen-year-old.

I am the Daughter of Night. I am the Child of Darkness Forthcoming. Come to my mother or become prey for the beasts of devastation in the Year of the Skulls.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter. I am haunted by my suspicion that we are furthering the cause of something that deserves to be scrubbed from the face of the earth. I am haunted by the conviction that those bent upon the Lady's eradication are little better than she. I am haunted by the clear knowledge that, in the end, evil always triumphs.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter.

Justice has nothing to do with it. Stark, bloody, screaming, agonizing vendeance is what I'm talking about.

If each man picks an evil and attacks it relentlessly, how long can evil persist? That was an easy one. Forever. More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.

We gathered our things and began taking leave of camp followers who had trickled out from the city. Our animals and equipment would be their reward for faith and friendship. I spent a sad, gentle hour with a woman to whom I meant more than I suspected. We shed no tears and told one another no lies. I left her with memories and most of my pathetic fortune. She left me with a lump in my throat and a sense of loss not wholly fathomable.

Singed," he said, assuming that air of phony dignity cats adopt after some particularly inept performance. Something like, "That's what I meant to do all along.

The law isn't always about what's right. Or wrong. A lot of times it's about somebody being guaranteed an advantage over somebody else. And that's human nature. That's the nature of any sentient species

My arguments were beginning to sound a little strained to me, too. I was in the position of a priest trying to sell religion.

I am not religious. I cannot conceive of gods who would give a damn about humanity's frothy carryings-on. I mean, logically, beings of that order just wouldn't.

But maybe there is a force for greater good, created by our unconscious minds conjoined, that becomes an independent power greater than the sum of its parts.