Цитаты из книги Black Leopard, Red Wolf

Something drew me over at the toppled shelves - the plates, pots and bowls of drying fish - and under a chair. Under the chair looked right back at me.

They build a whole thing about it, about dark and night and even the colour black, which is not even a colour here. Not here.

He looked at me so long and so quiet that I opened my mouth, not to speak, just to look as if was going to.

" I have been twenty twice. And five more years." "Fuck the gods. I have never known men to live that long who were not rich, or powerful, or just fat."

"What kind of man, with such ease, walks away as he pleases?" "One who belongs to no one." "Or no one belongs to you." "Nobody loves no one", I said. "The son of a bitch who taught you that hates you".

so then I thought, let this mission take us for as long as it will take as for I have nothing to return to, and he said then you have it in common with all the others

"No story is so simple, Tracker." "Yes, every story is. No story resists me cutting it down to one line, or even one word."

What is evil anyway, a sad soul infected with devils who take his will, or a man thinking that of all his mother's children he loves himself the best?

The closer I got to Malakal the stronger it was, his scent, though I told myself I was not looking for him, and I would not kill him when I found him. I would do much worse. I would search for his mother, whom he claims to hate but always speaks of, and kill her, and switch her head with an antelope's, sewing them to each other's bodies. Or I would do something so evil and vengeful it was beyond me being able to think of it.

Nobody ever gets betrayed by their enemy.

In her cell, she try to kill herself every time she remember what really happen, because she rather believe she kill them herself than it was the little boy she let in that kill them all.

Better to be with the ancestors than to live bonded to somebody else, who might be kind, who might be cruel, who might even make you master to many slaves of your own, but was still master over you.

The Leopard says too many things that slip off him like water does oil, but sticks to me like a stain.

You ever see a man who doesn't know he's unhappy, Leopard? Look for it in the scars of his woman's face. Or in the excellence of his woodcraft and iron making, or in the masks he makes to wear himself, because he forbids the world to see his own face.

"You don't believe in gods?" "I don't believe in belief."

You left to find purpose. Because waking, eating, shitting, and fucking are all good things, but none of them is a purpose

He heard it in my voice, something like a threat, and cried even louder. So loud that he scared me more than demons. I thought to slap the cry out of his mouth but it would make me my grandfather.

Inquisitor, I wish people would understand that I have no time for this argument. There is nothing I fight for and nothing I will fight over, so waste none of my time starting fights. Raise your fist and I will break it. Raise your tongue and I will cut it out of your mouth.

Sometimes the only way forward is through. So I walked through. I was not afraid.

You have come for a story and I am moved to talk, so the gods have smiled on both of us.