It's hard to be done a favor by a man you hate. It's hard to hate him so much afterwards. Losing an… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Friends are people one pretends to like in order to make life bearable.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Conscience can be painful but so can the cock-rot. A grown-up should suffer his afflictions privately and not allow them to become… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“To be brave among friends was nothing. To have the world against you and pick your path regardless–there is courage.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. Fear is a good friend to the hunted, it's kept me alive this… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. “I fell. I’m a clumsy fool.” “I know how you feel. I’m such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Mercy and weakness are the same thing in war, and there's no prize for nice behavior.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The lowly have small ambitions, and are satisfied with small indulgences. They need not get fair treatment. They need only think that they do... ” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“What do the dice say?" Dice say nothing. They are dice." Why roll'em, then?" They are dice. What else would I do with them?” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia was becoming a favoured hobby of his. Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Knives,’ muttered Calder, ‘and threats, and bribes, and war?’ Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. ‘Yes?’ ‘What kind of a fucking wizard are you?’… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
