Steven Erikson Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Steven Erikson
Steven Erikson Famous Quotes & Sayings
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The world was full of lies. And people keep telling us we need them, all in the name of peace. But the peace we got was poison.
There was, in his mind, no truer measure of stupidity than to imagine that the world could be reduced to two sides,
Rigga, Riggalai the Seer, the wax-witch who trapped souls in candles and burned them. Souls devoured in flame -
No tyrant could thrive where every subject said no. The tyrant thrives when the first fucking fool salutes.
Now, invite me in, before I lose my temperature.'
'Temper, you mean.'
'No, temperature. It's getting chilly.
'Temper, you mean.'
'No, temperature. It's getting chilly.
There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
Paran flicked his gaze to his weapon, glared back up and around at the warriors, then his eyes returned to Chance. And stayed there.
Serious people never stopped waging their war on joy and pleasure, and they were both relentless and tireless.
Black, scorched scars crossed the battlefield as if a god's claws had swept down to join the slaughter.
Look, Tammy, it's part of our mandate. We barrel in, we fuck things up, and then we walk away feeling good about our selves.
Kruppe nodded. Kruppe is no fool, K'rul. He openly opposes no one, and he finds power a thing to be avoided at all costs.
When robbed, the rich cry out for protection and prosecution. When stealing, they expect the judiciary to look the other way.
A civilization was the means by which too many people could live together despite their mutual hatred.
Why, without a sense of humour, you are blind to so much in the world. To human nature. To the absurdity of so much that we say and do.
The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres- they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same.
It is one thing to lead by example with half a dozen soldiers at your back. It is wholly another with ten thousand.
For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.
Look at these bones we step over. We go as far as we can go, and then we stop. And that is how it is. That is all it is. So ... now what?
The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.
-I'm not a god in the traditional fashion, I am a patron. Patrons have responsibilities. Granted, I rarely have the opportunity to exercise them.
What's with you all, anyway? You jam a stick up your own arse then preen at how tall and straight your standing.
Civilizations in decline are notable when certain of their members escape justice, and do so with impunity.
Hunched, his face pulsing with pain, Mebra watched with hooded eyes as his words sank roots into the Red Blade commander's mind.
Your name's now Limp. Aye, not very imaginative, but it's like this. If you can't hear Hood laughing, well, I can.
Numbness spread, allowing him to move his arms without the stabbing agony that had had him bathed in sweat over the last few hours.
Against ignorance there is no front line. Against viciousness no border can hold. It breeds as readily behind your back as elsewhere.' 'What
Accord dissolves but blame is impossible to assign, leading to malaise, confusion and a vacuous resentment.
Rely not upon conscience,' Feren said, hearing the bitterness in her own voice and not caring. 'It ever kneels to necessity.
The assassin stepped in then, his left hand moving in a high swing that buried its blade in the councilman's neck.
This, then, is friendship. A family you choose. What you give to it, you give freely. What you withhold from it, measures its depth.
We are, all of us, nothing but impostors to our cause, because the cause we espouse is nothing more than the blind we raise to hide our own ambitions.
No-one chooses me. I do not give anyone that right. I am Karsa Orlong of the Teblor. All choices belong to me.
Too old to dream of perfection, perhaps, she had instead discovered a certain delicious appeal in flaws.
There is only one thing worse than arguing with a drunk,' Faradan Sort said, 'and that's arguing with a drunk who's right.
The ground is bare and hard / and will hold all secrets / and the sky cares not / for the games of those beneath it.
Whatever evil you let ride becomes commonplace, eventually. Problem is, it's easier to get used to it than carve it out.