“ 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
“ 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
“ Men are brittle, I reckon. They don't bend into new shapes. They get broken into them. Crushed into them. Joe Abercrombie
“ 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 momen… Joe Abercrombie
