Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.

— Joe Abercrombie

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.

— Joe Abercrombie

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

— Joe Abercrombie

Mercy and cowardice are the same," she snapped out. "But you want their land, not their lives, no? Dead men can't obey.

— Joe Abercrombie

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.

— Joe Abercrombie

Names turned over by time, like the plow turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

— Joe Abercrombie

One act presses upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then we look up and find... this.

— Joe Abercrombie

One cannot grow without pain. One cannot improve without it. Suffering drives us to achieve great things.

— Joe Abercrombie

One day you're something, so promising and full o' dares, so big the world's too small a place to hold you. Then, 'fore you know it, you're old, and you realize all them things you had in mind you'll never get to. All them doors you felt too big to fit through have already shut. Only one left open and it leads to nothing but nothing.

— Joe Abercrombie

On the battlefield there are no rules.

— Joe Abercrombie