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
Sometimes men change for the better. Sometimes men change for the worse. And often, very often, given time and opportunity . .… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Fear has made them sloppy. The world teeters at a precipe. All scared to take a step in case they put a… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“A man can forgive all manner of faults in beautiful women that in ugly men he find entirely beyond sufferance” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
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
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
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
If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
What’s the difference? Fill a hundred pits with dead Northmen, congratulations, have a parade! Kill one man in the same uniform as… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Evil turned out not to be a grand thing. Not sneering Emperors with their world-conquering designs. Not cackling demons plotting in the… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
The man is a monster. The worst I have ever seen, in fact, since I last looked in the mirror. The truth?… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Only it’s just the same. In fact, do you know, because of all that pressure, and worry, and fear, it’s worse. There… — 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
Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are dead, or the soon to… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
The truth is like salt. Men want to taste a little, but too much makes everyone sick. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is… — 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
Get what you can with words, because words are free, but the words of an armed man ring that much sweeter. — 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
