296 Quotes by Brent Weeks

Do you know what punishments I’ve endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men’s most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn’t tolerate my existence.

They knew you had to be stopped. You, Dazen, are the Black Prism.

But after you know a man or a woman like that – after you wear their skin and walk a few miles in it, you can’t help but love them –.

A man’s face is the surface of a pond, reflecting the sky, reflecting the trees, reflecting whatever is the object of his gaze and his love, the reflection hiding his depths. But when the wave passes, in the swell, for an instant, you can see what lies beneath the waters.

A job is a job, it isn’t done till it’s done.

Don’t play with your kills. Don’t go for the one-thrust beautiful finish. Cut someone twenty times and let them collapse from blood loss – then finish them. Don’t make it beautiful. You aren’t making art, you’re making corpses.

Words were power, she said. Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.

To realize in an instant that you aren’t going to have the life you’d hoped for, but not waste a moment complaining, instead acting instantly to save what good you can? That’s more guts than I’d have had.

You don’t need to like reality, only be strong enough to face it.