Andrzej Sapkowski — Quotes from Author's Books

“A coward," he declared with dignity, when he'd stopped coughing and had got his breath back, "dies a hundred times. A brave man dies but once. But Dame Fortune favours the brave and holds the coward in contempt."

But every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare.

For whoever doesn’t overcome the cowardice inside themselves will die of fear to the end of their days.

Because I know that in order to unite two people, destiny is insufficient. Something more is necessary than destiny.

Do you know what your problem is, Geralt? You think you’re different. You flaunt your otherness, what you consider abnormal. You aggressively impose that abnormality on others, not understanding that for people who think clear-headedly you’re the most normal man under the sun, and they all wish that everybody was so normal.

"Every myth, every fable must have some roots. Something lies among those roots."
"It does... Most often a dream, a wish, a desire, a yearning. Faith that there are no limits to possibility. And occasionally chance."

I know you’re almost forty, look almost thirty, think you’re just over twenty and act as though you’re barely ten.

It’s impossible to repay something that has no price. Some say everything in the world–everything, with no exception–has a price. It’s not true. There are things with no price, things that are priceless. But you realise it belatedly: when you lose them, you lose them forever and nothing can get them back for you.

They say silence is golden. Maybe it is, although I'm not sure it's worth that much. It has its price certainly; you have to pay for it.

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either, blue-eyed dryad.

Love mocks good sense. That's its charm and beauty.

When they’re about to hang you, ask for a glass of water. You never know what might happen before they bring it.

A woman accentuates her beauty for her own self-esteem

He knew ballads were not written to be believed, but to move their audience.

I predict a bad end for your race humans. Every sentient creature on this earth when it falls into want, poverty, and misfortune usually cleaves to its own because it's easier to survive the bad times in a group helping one another, but you humans you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive but amongst sentient races such selection usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest. Come to your own coclusions and make your own predictions.