"You could sooner count all leaves in the forest than all the enemies I have slain. Were my hair as numerous as the foes I've brought down by my own hand, the barbers would've made a fortune trimming my forelock! The devil take me if I lie..."
"I see you prepare for war. And if you call me to your side, only should feet would grow into the ground like roots, would I not go. Even then I'd tear those roots from the ground! I have a mighty thirst for Swedish meat once more, like a wolf thirsting for a lamb! Oh, aren't they scoundrels! Fleas must've gotten into their tiny stockings and bitten their legs, so they can't sit still at home and keep intruding on lands which are not theirs..."
Zagloba often provides comic relief in the novel. He is overly-talkative, mixing insults and doomsaying with invented tales of his own illustrious past. Despite those traits, he is noble in his loyalty to his friends as well as his bravery--though it sometimes takes extreme circumstances for him to show it.