417 Quotes by Andrzej Sapkowski

And so,' smiled the Witcher, 'I have no choice? I have to enter into a pact with you, a pact which should someday become the subject of a painting, and become a sorcerer? Give me a break. I know a little about the theory of heredity. My father, as I discovered with no little difficulty, was a wanderer, a churl, a troublemaker and a swashbuckler. My genes on the spear side may be dominant over the genes on the distaff side. The fact that I can swash a buckler pretty well seems to confirm that.

Truly, great is pride and blindness, so that the blood dripping from the scaffold would be called justice. - Epigraph to the 5'th chapter

- A ty? Ty nie miewasz już snów?- Miewam - powiedział z goryczą. - Ale od przekroczenia Jarugi bardzo rzadko. I w ogóle ich nie pamiętam po przebudzeniu. Coś się we mnie skończyło, Cahir. Coś się wypaliło. Coś się we mnie urwało...- To nic, Geralt. Ja będę śnił za nas obu.

You won't do it.' Bonhart's voice resounded in the complete silence. 'You won't do it, witcher girl. In Kaer Morhen you were taught how to kill, so you kill like a machine. Instinctively. To kill yourself you need character, strength, determination and courage. And they couldn't teach you that.

– Пусть наша канцелярия немедленно подготовит резкую ноту нашему кузену, императору Нильфгаарда. Мы требуем, чтобы немедленно, незамедлительнейше он прекратил воевать и заключил мир. Ибо война и несогласие суть вещи скверные. Несогласие разрушает, а согласие возводит!– Ваша милость, – еле выговорил маршал двора – кондитер, белый, как сахарная пудра, – абсолютно правы. Абсолютнейше!

Утомленный шут пытался смешить, но где уж ему было до Ангулемы. Потом появился медвежатник с медведем, а медведь к общей потехе испугался и наклал кучу на полу. Ангулема погрустнела и слегка угасла – с такими конкурентами ей трудно было тягаться.

Mmm.

Some of the flames were tall and strong, burning brightly and vividly, while others were tiny, flickering and quavering, and their light diminished and died. At the very end was but one tiny flame, so weak it barely flickered and glimmered, now struggling to flare up, now almost going out entirely."Whose is the dying flame?" asked the Witcher."Yours." Death replied.

I'll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin - which does not seem likely to me - I'll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster has killed me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.