Ciri Quotes & Sayings

That's the role of poetry, Ciri. To say what others cannot utter. — Andrzej Sapkowski

I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman

A baptism of fire, the Witcher thought, furiously striking and parrying blows. I was meant to pass through fire for Ciri. And I'm passing through fire in a battle which is of no interest to me at all. Which I don't understand in any way. The fire that was meant to purify me is just scorching my hair and face. — Andrzej Sapkowski

Name your price and it's yours. She need never know." Nathan's answering curse was ripe outrage. Dark with fury. "There isn't enough goddamn money in the world. If you really love Jordana as much as I do, you'd know that. — Lara Adrian

Everywhere you are a stranger.' Finished Iskra with seeming carelessness, and quickly and unceremoniously placed a beret with turkey feathers on her head. 'An Outsider everywhere and always different. How shall we call you, little hawk?' Ciri looked into her eyes. 'Gvalch'ca.' The elf laughed. 'Once you start to speak, you speak in multiple languages, little hawk! Very good. You will carry the name from the Elder People, a name that you yourself have chosen. You will be called Falka. — Andrzej Sapkowski

I just go in the studio and write on the spot and see what comes out. — Beck

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 ... — Andrzej Sapkowski

I think we have to safeguard ourselves against people who are a menace to others, quite apart from what may have motivated their deeds. — Albert Einstein

Manfred used to be a flock of pigeons
literally, his exocortex dispersed among a passel of bird brains, pecking at brightly colored facts, shitting semidigested conclusions. Being human again feels inexplicably odd. (331) — Charles Stross