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“And you know each other, you say?'
'As sure as eggs is eggs,' the goliard confirmed cheerfully. 'After all, I know his name, and he mine. He knows I'm called Tybald Raabe. Go on, m'lord Reinmar, what's my name?'
'Tybald Raabe'
'See?”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Narrenturm

“How could he get it?â€� Milva said, grimacing. ‘He’s just “me, me, by
myself, all alone�. A lone wolf! But you can see he’s no hunter, that he’s a
stranger to the forest. Wolves don’t hunt alone! Never! A lone wolf, ha,
what twaddle, foolish townie nonsense. But he doesn’t understand that!�
‘Oh, he does, he does,� Regis cut in, smiling through pursed lips, as was
his custom.
‘He only looks stupid,� Dandelion confirmed. ‘But I do keep hoping
he’ll finally decide to strain his grey matter. Perhaps he’ll come to some
useful conclusions. Perhaps he’ll realize the only activity that’s worth doing
alone is wanking.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Baptism of Fire

“I don’t feel anything, he noticed with horror, nothing, not the smallest
emotion. That fact that I will embrace her is a deliberate, measured
response, not a spontaneous one. I’ll hug her, for I feel as though I ought
to, not because I want to. I feel nothing.
When he embraced her, she stopped crying immediately, wiped away
her tears, shaking her head forcefully and turning away so that he could
not see her face. And then she pressed herself to him firmly, burying her
head in his chest.
A little sacrifice, he thought, just a little sacrifice. For this will calm
her, a hug, a kiss, calm caresses. She doesn’t want anything more. And
even if she did, what of it?”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sword of Destiny

“Don’t shout, Yen, don’t be aggressive. And don’t drag up that story
from Vengerberg, we swore not to go back to it, after all. I don’t bear a
grudge against you, Yen, I’m not reproaching you, am I? I know you
can’t be judged by ordinary standards. And the fact that I’m saddened�
the fact that I know I’m losing you� is cellular memory. The atavistic
remnants of feelings in a mutant purged of emotionâ€�”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sword of Destiny