Сколь, веревочка, ни вейся - все равно совьешься в кнут.
«There was enough distrust circulating for everyone to be cagey. I'd play on that. I'd get what I needed and take what I wanted, and I'd remember those who helped me and step on the rest. For this, I knew, was the law by which our family lived, and I was a true son of my father...»

@темы: книги, Хроники Амбера, цитатник