Top 500 Steven Erikson Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “For the wise, even joy was tinged with sorrow.”

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252. “When next you see Anomander, tell him this from me: he chose wisely. Each time, he chose wisely. Tell him, then, that of all whom I ever met, there is but one who has earned my respect, and he is that one.”

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253. “Why can’t I have normal friends?’ Stonny demanded. ‘Ones without tiger stripes and cat eyes? Ones without a hundred thousand souls riding their backs? Here comes a rider from that other lagging company – maybe he’s normal! Hood knows, he’s dressed like a farmer and looks inbred enough to manage only simple sentences. A perfect man! Hey! You! No, what are you hesitating for? Come to us, then! Please!”

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254. “Every body that darted within his reach he grasped, twisted, bent and broke.”

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255. “Somewhere above this foul temple, crows danced with sparks above the mouth of a chimney, virtually unseen in the darkness. Each one carried a word, but the sparks were deaf. Too busy with the ecstasy of their own bright, blinding fire. At least, until they went out.”

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256. “It was pathetic, the raving accusations of an ego blind to its own lies.”

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257. “It is a fool’s curse, to measure oneself in endless dissatisfaction.”

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258. “The tunnels shrieked with the wind, each one with its own febrile pitch, creating a fierce chorus.”

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259. “A man possessing power must act decisively, Ganoes Paran, else it would trickle away through his fingers.”

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260. “Why do the survivors remain anonymous – as if cursed – while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?”

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261. “What must be understood is this: attackers attack as a form of defence. It is their instinctive response to threat, real or perceived. It may be desperate or it may be habit, or both, when desperation becomes a way of life. Behind the assault hides a fragile person.”

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262. “Those whom the gods choose, ’tis said, they first separate from other mortals – by treachery, by stripping from you your spirit’s lifeblood. The gods will take all your loved ones, one by one, to their death. And, as you harden, as you become what they seek, the gods smile and nod. Each company you shun brings you closer to them. ‘Tis the shaping of a tool, son, the prod and pull, and the final succour they offer you is to end your loneliness – the very isolation they helped you create.”

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263. “Whiskeyjack’s eyes widened as a crowd of excited guests poured out from the main chamber and gathered on the terrace.”

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264. “No one could claim that Preda Norlo Trumb was the most perceptive of individuals, and the half-dozen Letherii guards under his command, who stood in a twitching clump behind the Preda, were now faced with the very real possibility that Trumb’s stupidity was going to cost them their lives.”

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265. “Peace did not serve order; order served peace, and when order became godlike, sacrosanct and inviolate, then the peace thus won became a prison, and those who sought their freedom became enemies to order, and in the elimination of such enemies, peace was lost.”

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266. “What frightened Paran most, these days, was that he had grown used to being used. He’d been someone else so many times that he saw a thousand faces, heard a thousand voices, all at war with his own.”

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267. “As with all things, layer settles upon layer, and in time the deepest, darkest ones become forgotten – yet they have shaped all that lies above.”

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268. “All right. Let’s try something else. I take it you see no point in history.’ He grunted. ‘If by that you mean that there is no progress, that even the notion of progress is a delusion, and that history is nothing more than a host of lessons nobody wants to pay attention to, then yes, there is no point. Not in writing it down, not in teaching it.”

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269. “Trull Sengar kills, and kills, and then, when it is done and he kneels in the blood of the kin he has slain, he weeps.”

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270. “The Claw smiled. “You have begun to learn, Paran. Never be too easy with the knowledge you possess. Words are like coin – it pays to hoard.”

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271. “He is strong enough to stand exposed, revealing all that is vulnerable within him. He is brave enough to invite you ever closer. If you hurt him, he will withdraw, as he must, and that path to him will be thereafter for ever sealed. But he begins with the gift of himself. What the other does with it defines the future of that particular relationship.”

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272. “The son, after all, is but an extension of the mother – at least so the mother believed, there in some inarticulate part of her soul, unseen yet solid as an iron chain. Assail the child and so too the mother is assailed, for what is challenged is her life as a mother, the lessons she taught or didn’t teach, the things she chose not to see, to explain away, to pretend were otherwise than what they were.”

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273. “We faced a choice then,’ Haut went on. ‘To resume our onward journey, or to turn round, to discover the blessing that is walking back the way we came. In our standing in one place, we argued for centuries, until finally, in our mutual and well-deserved disgust, we each chose our own paths.’ ‘And so ended your civilization.’ ‘It was never much of one to begin with. But then, few are.”

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274. “Histories, they’re just what’s survived. But they’re not the whole story, because the whole story can never be known. Think of all the histories we’ve gone and lost. Not just kingdoms and empires, but the histories inside every one of us, every person who ever lived.”

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275. “Whatever evil you let ride becomes commonplace, eventually. Problem is, it’s easier to get used to it than carve it out.”

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276. “In natural justice, Arathan, the weak cannot hide, unless we grant them the privilege. And understand, it is ever a privilege, for wich the weak should be eternally grateful. At any given moment, should the strong will it, they can swing a sword and end the life of the weak. And that will be today’s lesson. Forbearance.”

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277. “Gifts are rarely appreciated,′ Arathan said, and in his mind he was remembering his first night with Feren. ‘And the one who receives knows only confusion. At first. And then hunger... for more. And in that hunger, there is expectation, and so the gift ceases being a gift, and becomes payment, and to give itself becomes a privilege and to receive it a right. By this all sentiment sours.”

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278. “Odd, isn’t it, how we now deliver upon another nation what we would not have done to ourselves.”

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279. “Bah! You’re not worth the effort anyway!’ And all at once she collapsed into a heap of spiders that scurried in all directions.”

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280. “The world is inherited by the obnoxious, not the righteous.”

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281. “At some point, no matter how repressive the regime, the citizenry will come to comprehend the vast power in their hands. The destitute, the Indebted, the beleaguered middle classes; in short, the myriad victims. Control was sleight of hand trickery, and against a hundred thousand defiant citizens, it stood no real chance.”

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282. “The dull, hazy light played along the polished blade like water.”

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283. “Never be too easy with the knowledge you possess. Words are like coin – it pays to hoard.” “Until you die on a bed of gold,” Paran said.”

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284. “Power may have ten thousand faces, but the look in the eyes of every one of them is the same.”

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285. “Tool interrupted, ’do you mock me, or your own ignorance? Not even the lichen of the tundra is at peace. All is struggle, all is war for dominance. Those who lose, vanish.”

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286. “Fighting is for people who fail at everything else.”

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287. “The sky cares nothing for you, dear one. The stars don’t even see you.”

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288. “The curse of the witless is to beat one’s head against the obstinate wall of how things really are, rather than what they insist upon their being.”

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289. “When wealth ascends to a point where the majority of the poor finally comprehend that it is, for each of them, unattainable, then all civility collapses, and anarchy prevails.”

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290. “We have witnessed life’s myriad struggles. From the lone creature suffering its last moments to thousands dying in a bleak season. And what have we learned? Only that life is its own purpose. And that, where there is life, there shall be suffering. Has it any meaning? Is existence reason enough?”

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291. “Then darkness swept in around him and he knew no more.”

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292. “A true believer, indeed, need never draw a weapon, need never rise in argument, or howl in fury, or make fists, or roll in a mob to crush some helpless, innocent enemy. A true believer needs none of those things. How much of the world insists on living this lie?”

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293. “A man pushed from behind by many hands will go in but one direction, no matter what he wills.”

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294. “Courting is the art of growing like mould on the one you want.”

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295. “He had been born into debt, as had his father and his father before him. Indenture and slavery were two words for the same thing.”

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296. “People suffered, many died, but they struggled through and they survived.”

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297. “Giving advice to a child is like flinging sand at an obsidian wall. Nothing sticks. The brutal truth is that we each suffer our own lessons – they can’t be danced round. They can’t be slipped past. You cannot gift a child with your scars – they arrive like webs, constricting, suffocating, and that child will struggle and strain until they break. No matter how noble your intent, the only scars that teach them anything are the ones they earn themselves.”

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298. “The truth of futility was the hardest truth of all, and for those clear-eyed enough to see it, there was no escape.”

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299. “Sites of battle held on to a madness, as if the blood that had soaked into the soil remembered pain and terror and held locked within it the echoes of screams and death cries.”

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300. “Anarchists live in fear and long for death, because they despair of seeing in others the very virtues they lack in themselves. In this manner, they take pleasure in sowing destruction, if only to match their inner landscape of ruin.”

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