“They were well matched. Optimist and pessimist, dreamer and cynic. And what is love anyway, but finding someone who suits you? Someone… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“You can have enemies you never really meet, Logen had plenty. You can kill men you don’t know, he’d done it often.… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath. You have to love the small things,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Summers past love company, seems every time you turn around there's more o' the bastards at your back.” — 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
Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person. — 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
