Andrzej Sapkowski

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.

If the ability to make use of experience and draw conclusions decided, we would have forgotten what war is a long time ago. But those whose goal is war have never been held back, nor will be, by experience or analogy.

Love and blood. They both posses a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that-"
"That what, Geralt?"
"It has to be true love”

We know little about love. Love is like a pear. A pear is sweet and has a distinct shape. Try to define the shape of a pear.

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.

Today Evil acts according to rights–because it is entitled to. It acts according to peace treaties, because it was taken into consideration when the treaties were being written …

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.

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

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

Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t faint at the sight of a naked man. Triss Merigold, a friend, says if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.

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

“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."

No. Me, I take nothing. I only take by the hand. So that no-one must be alone and lost in the fog...

Men like to meet their former lovers, like to relive memories. They like to imagine that erstwhile erotic ecstasies give them some kind of perpetual ownership of their partner. It enhances their self-importance.

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

Unbridled altruism is a huge vice of mine. I simply have to do good. I am a sensible dwarf, however, and know that I’m unable to do everyone good. Were I to attempt to be good to everyone, to the entire world and to all the creatures living in it, it would be a drop of fresh water in the salt sea. In other words, a wasted effort. Thus, I decided to do specific good; good which would not go to waste. I’m good to myself and my immediate circle.