“You stick a bunch of drunken murderers together, ain't long before some turn to thieving, then to lying, then to bad language,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
All your life spent getting ready for the next thing. I climbed a lot of hills now. I crossed a lot of… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“He is dead and I, the self serving coward that I am, still live. Life is not fair. There is no pattern.… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Looked at with the benefit of hindsight, his life, which at time had felt like a series of ingenious escapes, resembled rather… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“It all slips by so fast. Slips by and you hardly notice, like leaves on the water. Savour the little moments, son,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“He looked around at that one room, and the few things in it. He'd always thought retiring would be going back to… — 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
