Steven Erikson Quotes
Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.
All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.
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.
If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneaththe loving hands of two heartbroken children.
Eventually every man reaches a point where every memory is unwelcome
Laws decide wich forms of oppression are allowed, Lord. And because of that, those laws are servants to those in power, for whom oppression is given as a right over those who have little or no power.
Words were numbers were codes were formulae. Words held secret maps, the measuring of paces, the patterns of mortal minds, of histories, of cities, of continents and warrens.
Now get going. You'll find a way of calm through.""And you, Mael?""I'll drop in later. I've things for you to do, Withal. But for now, " he faced inland, "I'm going to beat a god senseless.
The trust I have...for some people...comes down to how well I know them, and then it's a matter of my trusting them to do what I think they're going to do.
Now, invite me in, before I lose my temperature.’‘Temper, you mean.’‘No, temperature. It’s getting chilly.
It's our nature, isn't it? Again and again, we cling to the foolish belief taht simple solutions exist
He had been born into debt, as had his father and his father before him. Indenture and slavery were two words for the same thing.
He rubbed at his face, as if seeking to awaken the right words from muscle, blood and bone.
There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief.
If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in. We are desperate with our dreams. What - oh, what - does that say?
