Whiskeyjack Quotes & Sayings

Whiskeyjack's eyes widened as a crowd of excited guests poured out from the main chamber and gathered on the terrace. — Steven Erikson

Young? He'd hear his own harsh, pained laugh. Oh, no, not this lass. She's old. She walked under a blood-red moon in the dawn of time, did this one. Her face is the face of all that cannot be fathomed, and she's looking you in the eye, Whiskeyjack, and you'll never know what she's thinking. — Steven Erikson

Getting all emotionally wrapped up in made-up people's lives gives me a chance to take a break from my own life [ ... ]. — Arlaina Tibensky

Among the Bridgeburners, names had emerged. The survivors, mostly squad sergeants, names that pushed their way into the Malazan armies on Genabackis, and beyond. Names, spicing the already sweeping legend of Onearm's Host. Detoran, Antsy, Spindle, Whiskeyjack. Names heavy with glory and bitter with the cynicism that every army feeds on. — Steven Erikson

Lord Rodrik Harlaw was neither fat nor slim; neither tall nor short; neither ugly nor handsome. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, though the short, neat beard he favored had gone grey. All in all, he was an ordinary man, distinguished only by his love of written words. — George R R Martin

My mission is to grow business in Silicon Alley. — Jason Calacanis

The world doesn't owe you anything because you're in it, but you owe yourself the world because it is in you. — Kat Kaelin

I believe greatness is an evolutionary process that changes and evolves era to era. — Michael Jordan

About Sun Tzu himself this is all that Ssu-ma Ch'ien has to tell us in this chapter. But he proceeds to give a biography of his descendant, Sun Pin, born about a hundred years after his famous ancestor's death, and also the outstanding military genius of his time. — Sun Tzu

In the taverns all was amiable and easy, but the coffeehouses were cauldrons of edgy malcontents. — Barbara Holland

With tears came solace and surrender, pardon and courage. — Andre Aciman

Love comes in all kinds of packages. Some are neatly tied up, and some are messy. It doesn't mean that the messy ones aren't every bit as good. — S. Walden

The first novel I wrote was a monster - clocking in at 180,000 words - but it died a death, a death it deserved. It was called 'The Gods First Make Mad.' It was a good title, but it was the only good thing about the book. I didn't let that put me off. — Wilbur Smith