Я обожаю этого писателя. И, кажется, читать его надо в оригинале.
"He had learned, from long experience, that people who say, “I know ‘something’ like the back of my hand,” are often correct only because they don’t actually know the backs of their hands—or their fronts, for that matter—in any meaningful way."
"The dragon held a human in its jaws, wedged in the corner of its mouth as a rich man might hold a fine cigar. All that could be seen of this unfortunate individual was the lower half of his naked body, which was how the man who kneeled on the shore could tell—with the help of excellent vision—that this man was in fact a man."
“You know where he is.”
“I know everywhere he isn’t.”
“Close enough. Tell me.”
“And that’s why. That right there. Power makes you stupid, Bolas. Power makes everyone stupid. You don’t have to be smart when you can be strong. When was the last time you had to, say, outwit someone? Why bother, when you can destroy them—destroy anyone—with a shrug?”
“Which you should keep in mind.”
“That’s the difference between us. I have to be smart; my intellect is my only useful weapon."
"Being alive meant I was in trouble.
I remembered dying. Your own murder is not something that slips your mind."
"There are some who have spoken of my arm, and claimed it to be psychological compensation for my lowly birth. Others have called it the badge of my self-creation. Still others have named it a symbol of power, a fetish, a talisman against self-doubt. All these people have one defining trait in common.
They’re idiots."
"After a few moments of careful questioning, during which I was tempted to kill myself only three times, my—our—situation began to come clear."
Будет пополняться, да.