Quotes from Glen Cook

The moral dilemma escalated with the stakes. "We aren't heroes," the Captain continued. "We're tough. We're stubborn. We try to honor our commitments. But we don't die for lost causes.

You might have noticed that the human animal is fond of forming and clinging to prejudices, remaining their steadfast curator in the face of all reason and contradiction.

CoÅ› jesteÅ›my radoÅ›ni od rana, nie? - Jak pieprzona jutrzenka. Nie przestawaÅ' utyskiwa?, podczas gdy ja doprowadzaÅ'em siÄ™ do stanu przypominajÄ…cego porzÄ…dek. Obóz budziÅ' siÄ™ do ?ycia. Ludzie jedli Å›niadanie i zmywali ze swych ciaÅ' Å›lady pustyni. Przeklinali, narzekali i pyskowali. Niektórzy nawet rozmawiali ze sobÄ…. ZaczÄ™li wraca? do wojny.

If a man speaks in the heart of a forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?

Nikt nie za?piewa pie?ni na nasz? cze??. Jeste?my ostatni? z Wolnych Kompanii z Khotovaru. Nasze tradycje i wspomnienia ?yj? wy??cznie w tych Kronikach. Jedynie my przywdziejemy ?a?ob? po sobie samych. Kompania przeciw ca?emu ?wiatu. Tak by?o i tak zawsze b?dzie.

Rozumiem. Troch? rozumia?em. Wymaga?o to jednak niejakiego dobrowolnego zawieszenia dzia?ania rozumu.

Only way you're gonna have a world with universal equality is if you got one where there's only one guy left standing.

I greeted the morning the only way that makes sense. I groaned. I groaned some more as I pried me off the sheet. Several thousand maniacs were raising hell out in the street. I muttered dreadful threats, dropped my feet into the abyss beside my bed. My threats didn't scare up any peace. Pain blazed from my right temple to my left, ricocheted, clattered around inside my skull. I must have had a great time. I told me, "You got to quit drinking that cheap beer.

the people believe we're indifferent to the criticism they won't take it seriously either.

A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and sunny. Argh! I was in the mood for low overcast and light drizzle, maybe with a frigid south wind. I peeled layers of fried skin off my eyeballs, took another look. Where there is life there is hope.

Wyszed?em my?l?c, ?e ja i Kompania wdepn?li?my w to po uszy. K?opoty ze wszystkich stron. ?onglowali?my zbyt wielk? liczb? pi?ek naraz. Z tym, ?e nie by?y to pi?ki, lecz no?e o zatrutych ostrzach.

scruff of the neck and seat of the pants, and ran him out the door to the accompaniment of appropriate old-time remarks about seedy little army types who failed to acknowledge the natural superiority of their overlords, the Marines.

You can't convince me that I'm obligated to save you from yourself.

The first thing I saw was a mottled green face half a yard wide staring through the broken window. I said something intelligent like, "Gleep!" The face grinned. It was a groll, a hybrid of human, troll, and the Beast That Talks that is never named in polite company. I grinned back. Grolls are slow of wit and often quick of temper.

If you want to head for hell by way of smoking weed or opium, or by drinking, or by being dim enough to call a giant names to his face, go head. Enjoy the slide. I won't get in your way. Nope. I won't hand you a bucket of grease, either. You've got to do it on your own.

My equally peerless memory allows as to how she included you in that base canard." "Would that be a musical instrument? Might we find it in the orchestra pit? What kind of musician plays the bass canard?

Lucky me, I'd ended up just getting another lesson revealing the basic blackness lying below the human heart. Once again I'd seen that, given incentive and opportunity, most anybody will jump at the chance to turn wicked. And the wicked will turn wickeder still. Priests of a thousand cults proclaim the essential goodliness of Man. They must be fools. All I see is people flinging themselves at the chance to do evil.

Quando rifletto sulla natura più intima dei miei compagni, solitamente mi trovo a desiderare di avere un piccolo talento: vorrei essere capace di guardare dentro di loro e di svelare le luci e le ombre che li muovono. Poi do una sbirciata nella giungla della mia anima e ringrazio il cielo di non saperlo fare. Un uomo a malapena in grado di mantenersi in armistizio con se stesso non ha nessun diritto di andare a ficcanasare negli animi altrui.

Lightning from a clear sky smote the Necropolitan Hill.

The sergeant major roared like a bear who'd broken a tooth while gnoshing on somebody's skull. I made out no distinct words but in all the history of the universe sergeants major never have been required to be coherent to be understood.

The common wisdom among former grunts is that competent generals wouldn't have screwed up so bad they got themselves killed and therefore there wouldn't have been any need for a memorial. Soldiers are a cynical bunch.

I had to search a moment before spotting the soft glow advancing along the aisles between enemy divisions. It surrounded a child on a big white horse, bearing a standard of red emblazoned with a white rose.

Nie maj?c w sobie ani cz?steczki bohatera, wzi??em nogi za pas i pobieg?em w poprzek zbocza. Okaza?o si? to m?drym posuni?ciem.

More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way. Few villains think they are villains.