651 Quotes by Joe Abercrombie

I am Whirrun of Bligh,” said Whirrun, puffing up his considerable chest. “My way is the only way I go.

You are Shenkt? I expected more.”“Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never see more.”“I do not pray.”Shenkt leaned close, and whispered in his ear. “I advise you to start.

Shenkt had his work, and he would see it through to the end, however bitter. Just as he always did. Some stories, after all, are only suited to bitter endings.

Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.

Men are brittle, I reckon. They don't bend into new shapes. They get broken into them. Crushed into them.

The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's lies. The failures, the disappointments, the regrets, they stay raw as the moments they happened.

Monza never had understood why getting out a tit or two made for a better painting. But painters seemed to think it did, so tits is what you got.

Memories sharp enough to cut himself on - the smells, the sounds, the feel of the air on his skin, the desperate hope and mad anger.

You have to be realistic