The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook Quotes

“There is no shame in wanting to be alone yet also wanting the comfort and the strength of your brethren.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“They will not break me. Fuck them all. They will not break me. But I will break them. This is my promise to myself, to my friends, and to you, anyone who reads these words. I will break them all. - Crawler Carl, 25th Edition of The Dungeon Anarchist’s Cookbook”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Kids aren’t always a product of their parents. But sometimes that doesn’t matter. Sometimes parents can cast a shadow so thick, you can drown in it.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Glurp, glurp, motherfucker,” I said before I collapsed in an exhausted heap.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Goddamnit, Donut,”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I laughed. “Nobody is starting a harem.” “No, I suppose not,” Donut said. “You couldn’t even keep one woman interested.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Look at how beautiful she is,” Donut whispered. “She’s like a vision of pure elegance.” “Yo,” Elle cried at the bartender. “Whose dick do I gotta suck to get another drink? Christ.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I hope you said your prayers and brought the lube, because you about to get fucked from here to eternity.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“The moment I pulled his head through the hole, Donut snapped off the spell. I let go, and the severed head dropped to the ground, mouth still open wide. “What was that, bitch? I didn’t quite get that last part,” I said.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Miss Beatrice once used scissors to get poop off my butt,” Donut said. “Uh huh,” I said. “Once?” “We’re having a moment here, Carl. Don’t ruin it.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I don’t understand a word of what the fuck you just said.” The robot sighed. “I apologize, Carl. Let me translate it to earth monkey speak.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Katia had a special ability she didn’t like to use very often.

Rush, it was called. It turned her body into a battering ram. When activated, she blasted forward, shattering everything in her path. She could only use it once a day, and when she did use it, it knocked all the wind out of her, even if she didn’t actually hit anything. As a result, I knew she abhorred the skill, despite Mordecai’s insistence that she use it as often as possible.

Also, the skill wasn’t predictable. Sometimes when she used Rush, her body flew forward five feet. Sometimes it flew forward twenty, and there didn’t seem to be any sort of rhyme or reason to the discrepancy.

In addition, the angle in which she rushed forward wasn’t always perfectly straight. Mostly her body dashed straight forward in the direction she was facing, but sometimes, every once in a while, she flew slightly off-center.

And that’s what happened this time. Katia screamed something incomprehensible, and she activated Rush. She was aiming at her former friend Eva. She missed her by inches.

Instead, she inadvertently became the first crawler on this season of Dungeon Crawler World to kill one of the top 10 and claim a bounty.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“You will not break me. Fuck you all.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Limp Richard”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“And as Doctor Ian Malcolm once famously said, Life, uh, finds a way.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“You should try riding the Tokyo subway when you only know Icelandic, German, Russian, and English,” she said.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“What the hell is wrong with you? You planning on opening a thrift store? You might want to see a shrink. One that your group doesn’t immediately kill. Reward: We don’t reward this sort of behavior. It’s weird.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“You tried to kill Katia you fucking bitch!” Donut cried. She blasted a full-strength Magic Missile right into Hekla’s face.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I thought of my own mother, who’d attempted to kill my father and then herself as a goddamned birthday present to me. She’d only half succeeded.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I got an achievement just for looking at it! At the boss, I mean. Not your friend’s butt. But I should’ve received an award for having to see that, too.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I liked Bautista, I thought as I finished building my train bomb, but his Tigran race made him look like a tiger that had been vomited upon by a Lisa Frank notebook. I didn’t know how anything could embarrass him.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Same ol’ shit. Imani is mother hen-ing every damn person in here, even though they’re all terrified of her. Your friend Li Jun doesn’t know his best friend is in love with his sister even though she’s turned into a demon, and most of those girls from Hekla’s group are as helpless as I was when I was still in the wheelchair. On top of that, some crazy asshole who doesn’t want everybody to think he’s a crazy asshole is throwing a train full of explosives in our direction. So, you know. Typical day.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I wasn’t just going to abandon you, Carl,” Donut said. “Who do you think I am? Miss Beatrice?”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Isn’t it etched on the doors to the next floor down?” “No,” I said. “It’s a massive kua-tin.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I wasn’t just going to abandon you, Carl,” Donut said. “Who do you think I am? Miss Beatrice?” “No,” I agreed. “You most definitely are not.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Really, Katia,” Donut said, leaping to my shoulder. “If you need to borrow a sanitary napkin, just ask.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“A few things, yes,” I said. “We need to…” I didn’t finish. Katia exploded.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Well, shit,” I said. “I’m starting to think the sister isn’t a huge fan of her big brother.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“Enchanted Mongoliensis Saddle. Adjusted to fit Cat species.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“I think my fans should have a name, wouldn’t that be great? Like the Princess Patrol or something.” I grunted. “How about the Donut Holes?” “Don’t be crude, Carl.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook