Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“But I guess you learn to stop hoping, after a while. Life teaches you to expect the worst, eh?” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“It was a look that gave her a tingle, all right, but not in a good way. In that look she saw… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“hope’s like damp – however much you try to keep it out there’s always a little gets in.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Oh well,” sighed Glokta. “A man has to have hope doesn’t he?” “Of course sir,” muttered the servant, heading for the door.… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Shivers heaved out a sigh. “Just trying to make tomorrow that bit better than today is all. I’m one of those …… — 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
