There's no guarantee that justice will win out or that a noble sacrifice will make any difference. But when it does, there's something that still swells my chest. There's magic in that.... It tells me that's the way things are supposed to be.
Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond any comprehension Love is a weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength.
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.
The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.
The perfect killer has no conscience.
The perfect killer has no identity.
I think of rounds of editing as hammer time. Then, when they interrupt my writing, I can say... *shakes head* Nah, I just can't do it. Although when I come across a brilliant line, I do think, Can't touch this. And when I'm worried I'm overwriting a scene, I think, Hammer, don't hurt 'em.
Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness.
Why is it, my shadow-striding friend, that we don't fear dreams? We lose consciousness, lose control, things happen with no apparent logic and abiding by no apparent rules.... We don't fear dreams, but we do fear madness, and death terrifies us.
My question is, do you believe in an evil possessed of its own purity? or does every act intend some good?...
Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint
Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.
Assassination is an art, milord. And I am the city's most accomplished artist.
Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. - Durzo Blint
-Mo?e dok?adk? duszonego ?ebraka?Rozkojarzona pokr?ci?a g?ow? i spojrza?a bezmy?lnie na pusty talerz. I wtedy zamar?a. W ogrodzie s?u??cy zbierali cia?a i zabierali je do ?rodka.-Powiedzia?e? ?eberka, prawda?