Glen Charles Cook (born July 9, 1944) is an American writer of science fiction and contemporary fantasy, known for The Black Company and Garrett P.I. fantasy series.
There is no vengeance as terrible as the vengeance a coward plots in the dark of his heart.
The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man con conjure by existing.
Write. Don't talk about writing. Don't tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don't give me a bunch of "somedays. " Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all, it will leak out despite your failure to pay attention in English.
Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.
Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.
Where there is no waste, there is no want.
I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another.
Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.
Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.
If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right. . . . . . . all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.
A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse.
Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.
Time will unfold its leaves.
My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.
I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.
I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.
The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn't get.
More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.
Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.