There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

Those with the least always lose the most in war.

Sometimes, when someone lives in danger for too long, the only time they feel alive is when death's breathing on their shoulder.

Empathy? What’s that?” Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. “It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.

You make a good point, ' Fletcher conceded. 'See, there's a reason why you're the girl and I'm the boy. You think about things while I...''Don't?''Exactly, ' he said happily.

The wounded can inflict the most painful wound without hesitation.

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

No matter where I am in the world, I will always be back home for Christmas.

The balls do not make a writer.

Every test, every trial, every heartache that's been significant, I can turn it over and see how God has turned it into good no matter what.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers.

One of the large consolations for experiencing anything unpleasant is the knowledge that one can communicate it.

Stay away from what might have been, and look at what can be.

Nice to see your own fans booing you.