Quotes About Andrzej

She also possessed a very expertly stuffed unicorn, on whose back she liked to make love. Geralt was of the opinion that if there existed a place less suitable for having sex it was probably only the back of a live unicorn.

Ha - zaciekawiÅ' siÄ™ Jaskier, który wÅ'aÅ›nie zbli?yÅ' siÄ™ do nich. - WiÄ™c to sÄ… sÅ'ynne tajne runy krasnoludów? Co gÅ'osi ten napis? - "Na pohybel skurwysynom!

We be decent thieves, not some politicals.

don't try to charm me with your hard and insolent masculinity.

We be decent thieves, not some politicals. We didn't try to attack the authorities. We was only stealing.

I can hear… music…" Dandelion suddenly sobbed. "It happens," said the witcher, looking at the arrowheads. "Don't worry. There's no shame in fear.

And sometimes I have doubts. Would you like your son to have doubts like that?' 'Why not?' the merchant said gravely. 'He might as well. For it's a human and a good thing.' 'What?' 'Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any.

Nonsense," said the witcher. "And what's more, it doesn't rhyme. All decent predictions rhyme.

You inspire trust," he said, "although I know what a rogue you are.

Did you see him there? Frigging knight! See his coat of arms? Ha! Three lions on a shield? Two shitting and the third snarling!

I waited here, in the tavern - it wasn't fitting, after all, for me to follow you into that haven of dubious delight and certain gonorrhea.

serio como un burdel un lunes por la mañana

Queen Calanthe wants her to marry someone from Skellige; an alliance with the islanders would mean a lot to us.' 'Why them?' 'Those they're allied with aren't attacked as often as others.' 'A good reason.

No,' she repeated. 'I cannot, Geralt. I cannot tell you that. That bird, begotten from the touch of your hand, will tell you. Bird? What is the essence of truth?' 'Truth,' the kestrel said, 'is a shard of ice.

Local nitwits pretended to be well-informed.

The goathorn's aim was true and he appeared to have an endless supply of balls.

The princess looks like a striga!" he yelled. "Like the most strigish striga I have heard of!

I asked out of an inappropriate curiosity born of the desire to start new rumours going around the inns.

You can shove such a proposition a d'yeabl aep arse.' The devil demonstrated his knowledge of the Old Language.

Your songs mention no names, but we know the witcher you sing of is no other than the famous Geralt of Rivia

Verily, great self-righteousness and great blindness are needed to call the gore pouring from the scaffold justice.

One thing is certain," muttered the witcher, sweeping his eyes over the tangled jungle of hemp spreading before them. "This devil is not stupid.

with his own eyes.' 'Fight?' Three Jackdaws

Only Evil and Greater Evil exist and beyond them in the shadows, lurks True Evil. True Evil, Geralt, is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you.