Author of quotes: Joe Abercrombie. Page 2

There's always a knife, which you do not expect, and it is sharper than all.

Those who dies on the field of battle, in a sense, lucky. Forever young. Forever illustrious.

The son of a king? I'm disappointed. After all we've been through together, you readily believe the lies that I spread? This stuff was intended for the idiots on the streets, but the idiots in palaces, it turns out, just as easily swallow the sweet stuff. I bought you a whore. You cost me six marks. She asked for twenty, but I traded.

All of course. It is clear that I will never be better, but I'll try not to become worse. At least I will try.

- I apologize if I tired You!
- I accept Your apology.
- I was joking.
Oh, Your mind is so sharp I almost cut myself.
- You laugh at me!
- It's easy.

It seemed to him that he loves Ardi with unbearable passion. Between them was something he will never find. How could he not understand it then? As enabled him to crush all this, and for what? The sad fact was, as he thought that love itself was not enough.

He knew they had something good, even if they spoke to each other only cruel words. Some people have simply no gentle words, no matter how they tried.

You aged, Bias. Somehow cringed.
- Yes, everything seems smaller when it is high above you.

- What are you reading? asked Jezal.
- "The fall of the master Maker" in three volumes. Is considered a classic historical work. Tedious nonsense, and nothing more. - She snorted. - The crowd is wise Magi, stern knights with big swords and lovely ladies with large Breasts. Magic, violence and love in equal shares. Shit.
She brushed the book off the table, and she flopped on the carpet, rustling the pages.
But you could find yourself something else to do.
- Here is how? And what would you suggest?
- Well, my cousins embroider...
- Go fuck yourself!

Her cheeks were flushed more than usual. Jezal saw standing next to Ardi decanter cork is removed, and wine was only half.
- Do you drink?
- A little bit. - She narrowed her eyes at the half-empty glass at his elbow. - I just miss you.
- For now, and not ten in the morning!
- What, ten to miss banned?

You need to have strong bones to meet death as he met her. To get up and go to meet her, not complaining. To ask for it. And not for himself - for others, for those whom he didn't even know. Triguba gritted his teeth and paused, looking at the ground. They were all silent. - That's all I want to say. Go back to the dirt, forlì. We have become poorer, and the earth is richer with you.

- And then what?
Back to the North. - Logen shrugged his shoulders. World.
- The world? - mistrustfully grinned Snoop. - What is it? What are we going to do?
I think... well... going to grow something, for example.
- To grow? In the name of all fucking dead! What you or I or any of us understands the business? What we do in life but to kill?
Logen awkwardly shrugged.
- It is necessary to hope for the best. Man is able to learn.
- To learn? The more you kill, the better you do it. The better you do, the less you adapted to anything else. It seems to me, we lived so long only because he had learned to kill better than anyone.

How much pain we experienced, we never get used to it. Always try to avoid it.

Everyone finds an excuse, and the more despicable he becomes, the more touching is his story.