Joe Abercrombie Quotes

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.

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.

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

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.