Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Geralt . . . Listen to me—' 'Listen to what?' shouted the Witcher, before his voice suddenly faltered. 'I can't leave— I can't just leave her to her fate. She's completely alone . . . She cannot be left alone, Dandelion. You'll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me . . . You'll never understand that . .

The exception, as ever, was the children. Freed from the constraints of silence which had been enforced during the bard's performance, the children dashed into the woods with wild cries, and enthusiastically immersed themselves in a game whose rules were incomprehensible to all those who had bidden farewell to the happy years of childhood. Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half-elves, quarter-elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance neither knew

Draw me not without reason; sheath me not without honour".

To me, Madam Yennefer, wisdom includes the ability to turn a deaf ear to foolish or insincere advice.

It's an invention, a fairy tale devoid of any sense, like all the legends in which good spirits and fortune tellers fulfill wishes. Stories like that are made up by poor simpletons, who can't even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I'm pleased you're not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don't dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.

You don't have to kill your feelings. It's enough to kill hatred within yourself.

Fifty for a werewolf. That was plenty, for the work had been easy. The werewolf hadn't even fought back. Driven into a cave from which there was no escape, it had knelt down and waited for the sword to fall. The Witcher had felt sorry for it. But he needed the money.

Rzucanie pracy i dalekie chodzenie za potrzebÄ… groziÅ'o utratÄ… cennych przemyÅ›leÅ", a na to ?aden uczony pozwoli? sobie nie mógÅ'

Nunca se tiene una segunda oportunidad de causar una primera impresión.

JeÅ›li dobrze rozumiem - powiedziaÅ' - mam stan?? do pojedynku, bo je?eli odmówiÄ™, to mnie powieszÄ…. JeÅ›li bÄ™dÄ™ walczyÅ', to mam pozwoli?, by przeciwnik mnie okaleczyÅ', bo jeÅ›li ja go zraniÄ™, to mnie poÅ'amiÄ… koÅ'em. Same radosne alternatywy. A mo?e zaoszczÄ™dzi? wam kÅ'opotów? HuknÄ™ gÅ'owÄ… o pieÅ" sosny i sam siÄ™ obezwÅ'adniÄ™.

is always murder, regardless of motive or circumstance. Thus those who murder or who prepare to murder are malefactors and criminals, regardless of who they may be: kings, princes, marshals or judges. None who contemplates and commits violence has the right to consider himself better than an ordinary criminal. Because it is in the nature of all violence to lead inevitably to crime.

Mamma, are they demons? Is it the Wild Hunt? Phantoms from hell? Mamma, mamma! Quiet, quiet, children. They are not demons, not devils . . . Worse than that. They are people.

Geralt finished his mug of herb tea, grimacing dreadfully. He valued and liked the settled elves for their intelligence, calm reserve and sense of humour, but he couldn't understand or share their taste in food or drink.

Last winter Prince Hrobarik, not being so gracious, tried to hire me to find a beauty who, sick of his vulgar advances, had fled the ball, losing a slipper. It was difficult to convince him that he needed a huntsman, and not a witcher.

Some have brains, so they get a book! Others are feather-brained, so they get a broom!

Zwyczajem wszystkich szpicli Å›wiata unikali patrzenia w oczy i jak wszyscy szpicle Å›wiata mieli pospolite i wyblakÅ'e gÄ™by, którym usilnie starali siÄ™ nada? mÄ…dry wyraz, dziÄ™ki czemu przypominali umysÅ'owo chore maÅ'py.

You, the Elder Folk, like to say that hatred is alien to you, that it is a feeling known only to humans. But it is not true. You know what hatred is and are capable of hating, you merely evince it a little differently, more wisely and less savagely. But because of that it may be more cruel.

Yo, si algo deseo, no sueño, sino que actúo. Y siempre consigo aquello que deseo

A woman accentuates her beauty for her own self-esteem.

Only in fables survives what cannot survive in nature. Only myths and fables do not know the limits of possibility.' Three

It's incredible,' the Witcher smiled hideously, 'how much my neutrality outrages everybody. How it makes me subject to offers of pacts and agreements, offers of collaboration, lectures about the necessity to make choices and join the right side.

A heavy smell of sour wine, candles and overripe fruit hung in the air. And something else, that bought to mind a mixture of the scents of lilac and gooseberries.

My choice...I'll tell you, Phillipa, what I've chosen. I won't allow you to involve Ciri in your dirty machinations. I am warning you. Whoever dares harm Ciri will end up like those four lying there. I won't swear an oath. I have nothing by which to swear. I simply warn you. You accused me of being a bad guardian, that I don't know how to protect the child. I will protect her. As best I can. I will kill. I will kill mercilessly...

If the world is to be saved like that-' the Witcher lifted his head '-it would be better for it to perish