Glen Cook Quotes

I was learning that part of a captain’s job is to delegate. Maybe genius lies in choosing the right person for the right task.

Rage is a red, near-animate force, as bloated with compassion as a starving serpent.

An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

That was not supposed to happen. It was unthinkable, supposedly. And for ordinary people that was mostly true. But not so at a level where men began to believe that they existed outside the usual rules.

He had leaped into the embrace of self-delusion.
There was a lot of that going around.

The sky? Dark as the inside of a priest’s heart, isn’t it?

Might may not make right, but it makes victory.

Fickle folk. A little hunger and stress and they forgot all about liberty.

Blade grumbled about the absurdities of the theological imagination and why didn’t people have sense enough to smother would-be priests in their cradles?

Though not as bad as most, he was going through that stage where he knew everything worth knowing and nothing his elders said—particularly if it bore any vaguely education hue—was worth hearing. He could not help that. It went with the age.
And I was my age and could not help saying things I knew would do no good.

Exact words were of no consequence. At heart the squabble was as old as humanity itself, fug-headed antiques locking horns with omniscient youth.

The essence of sorcery, even for its nonfraudulent practitioners, is misdirection.

He had learned self-control in a hard school. He had been married for thirty years.

I do not believe in evil absolute. I have recounted that philosophy in specific in the Annals, and it affects my every observation throughout my tenure as Annalist. I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another.

Suvrin had a little too much of the politician in him. Too much of the kind of mind willing to let an individual go so the rest will not be inconvenienced.