Mark Lawrence may refer to:
When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.
Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use it
Do you know why the leaves change colour?. . . Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.
A strange thing — nails will hold a building together, but there's nothing better for taking a man apart.
A man can reach into anything and turn it to his cause. It's not want, or desire, just certainty. Only be assured that whatever you reach into will reach into you in turn.
I wanted to go home and if Hell rose up to stop me, it would make me desire it more.
You soon learn there’s no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.
She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.
It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.
Some pain you can distance yourself from, but a headache sits right where you live.
Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.
Hold to a thing long enough, a secret, a desire, maybe a lie, and it will shape you.
You got responsibilities when you’re a leader. You got a responsibility not to kill too many of your men. Or who’re you going to lead?
A fool may scrawl on a slate and if no one has the wit to wipe it clean for a thousand years, the scrawl becomes the wisdom of ages.
I maintain a balanced view of the world, but that balance is always in my favour.
We can't be trapped by fear. Lives lived within such walls are just slower deaths.
There's a slope down toward evil, a gentle gradient that can be ignored at each step, unfelt. It's not until you look back, see the distant heights where you once lived, that you understand your journey.
Some men are too dull to feel what might happen. Others torture themselves with maybes and populate their dreams with horrors more terrible than their worst enemy could inflict upon them.
I've always seen 'no' as a challenge rather than an answer.
I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.