“Empathy? What’s that?” Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. “It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.”

“The Inquisitor waited for silence. "Do you believe in anything?""Not if I can help it. Belief alone is nothing to be proud of, Inquisitor. Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.”

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

“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 moments they happened.”

“On the battlefield there are no rules.”

“Some men you stick to right off. But it's those that take time to stick that stick longest.”

“I want a chance to do it all again. To do it… right.”

“You have to be grateful for the small things, when any minute might be your last.”

“it was like staring at a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion”

“A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.”

“There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.”