Quotes from Glen Cook

Mówiono mi ju?, ?e zawsze spoglÄ…dam w czarne podbrzusze dnia jutrzejszego. By? mo?e. W ten sposób jest siÄ™ mniej nara?onym na rozczarowania.

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The appearance of sincerity counts for more than actual truthfulness. People only need to believe for a few minutes at a time.

money has no provenance. It's never dirty, only the people who handle it are.

I did not believe in evil as an active force, only as a matter of viewpoint, yet I had seen enough to make me question my philosophy.

The river barge Binkey's Sequin reminded me of a shopkeeper's wife. She was middle-aged, middle class, a little run down, a little overweight, extremely stubborn and set in her ways, needing masterful coaxing and cajoling to get her to give her loving best, but also faithful and warm and unsinkably optimistic in her care for her children.

People don't want to be told to do right. They don't really want to do right. They want to do whatever they want—and whine that it's not fair, it's not their fault, when it comes time to pay the piper.

The wisest peasants were those who fled early. Their children will repopulate the land.

They steal our yesterdays and leave us no youth but that of our children.…

the one true secret of the universe: there is always a darker shadow lurking beyond the one whose face you can see.

Equal justice for all. As long as you make it yourself.

Pure, raging, unbridled capitalism. Now, if they could just find ways to steal our raw materials, evade taxation, and not pay our workers their wages, our profit margin might begin to approach what those guys would consider minimally acceptable.

There is nothing so unreasonable and irrational and blind—and just plain silly-looking—as a man who works himself into an obsessive passion.

There is no man so insecure as a bottom-level functionary in a sinecure he has held for a long time.

juggling knives with poisoned edges.

The old general amazed himself. The woman amazed him even more. Sometime in the wee hours the exhausted boss general promised, "Tomorrow night again. Within the walls of Stormgard. Maybe in Stormshadow's own bed." She wanted to know the basis for his confidence. As time labored on she just got more awake and lively. But the old man fell asleep on her.

I, of course, replied with the golden tongue of a horse seller. Uh ... Uh ... But ...

Potem nadciÄ…gn??a nadciÄ…gn??a m?awka, która szczelnie zasun??a zasÅ'ony Å›wiata. BrÄ…zowe i szare postacie garbiÅ'y siÄ™ zniechÄ™cone wzdÅ'u? brudnej, bÅ'otnistej ulicy. DzieÅ" byÅ' jak wyrwany w peÅ'ni dorosÅ'y z macicy rozpaczy.

Something he had heard some wise man say. About the three stages of empire, the three generations. First came the conquerers, unstoppable in war. Then came the administrators, who bound it all together into one apparently unshakable, immortal edifice. Then came the wasters, who knew no responsibility and squandered the capital of their inheritance upon

SÅ'u?ba u Pani nie byÅ'a zÅ'a. Cho? otrzymywaliÅ›my najci??sze zadania, nigdy nie musieliÅ›my wykonywa? brudnej roboty. To zawsze spadaÅ'o na oddziaÅ'y regularne. Niekiedy, oczywiÅ›cie, uderzenia prewencyjne. Od czasu do czasu masakra. Wszystko jednak w ramach zawodu. Militarna konieczno??. Nigdy nie byliÅ›my zamieszani w szczególne okrucieÅ"stwa. Kapitan by na to nie pozwoliÅ'.

Jeste?my ofiarami w?asnej kompetencji. Zawsze wysy?a nas tam, gdzie zanosi si? na najci??sz? przepraw?. Wie, ?e poradzimy sobie jak nikt inny. Cholera i jeszcze raz cholera.

Narayan will pay. I will tear his heart out and use it to choke his goddess. They do not know what they have awakened. My strength has returned. They will pay. Longshadow, my sister, the Deceivers, Kina herself if she gets in my way. Their Year of the Skulls is upon them. I close the Book of Lady.

Mistakes that cost lives aren't easy to understand or forgive, but they happen. Despite what they want us mortals to believe, doctors are human. And where there are human beings, there's human error. It's inevitable. When doctors make mistakes, people hurt.

Something he had heard some wise man say. About the three stages of empire, the three generations. First came the conquerers, unstoppable in war. Then came the administrators, who bound it all together into one apparently unshakable, immortal edifice. Then came the wasters, who knew no responsibility and squandered the capital of their inheritance upon whims and vices.