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  • #1
    Steven Erikson
    “Where are the days we once held
    So loose in our sure hands?
    When did these racing streams
    Carve depthless caves beneath our feet?
    And how did this scene stagger
    And shift to make fraught our deft lies
    In the places where youth will meet,
    In the lands of our proud dreams?
    Where, among all you before me,
    Are the faces I once knew?”
    Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

  • #2
    Steven Erikson
    “Innocence was a blade of glory, yet it could blind on both sides.”
    Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

  • #3
    Steven Erikson
    “Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armour themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context.”
    Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

  • #4
    Steven Erikson
    “Those who knew but one path would come to worship it, even as it led to a cliff's edge.”
    Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

  • #5
    Steven Erikson
    “There is no point in honoring the dead. I have seen too much to believe otherwise.
    Grieve for lost potential, the end of possibilities, the eternally silence demise of promise.
    Grieve for that, Fear Sengar, and you will understand, finally, how grief is but a mirror, held close to one’s own face.”
    Steven Erikson, Reaper's Gale
    tags: grief

  • #6
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Telling

  • #7
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “There’s a Hainish parable of the Mirror. If the glass is whole, it reflects the whole world, but broken, it shows only fragments, and cuts the hand that holds it.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Telling

  • #8
    Steven Erikson
    “And now the page before us blurs.
    An age is done. The book must close.
    We are abandoned to history.
    Raise high one more time the tattered standard
    Of the Fallen. See through the drifting smoke
    To the dark stains upon the fabric.
    This is the blood of our lives, this is the
    Payment of our deeds, all soon to be
    Forgotten.
    We were never what people could be.
    We were only what we were.

    Remember us.”
    Steven Erikson, The Crippled God

  • #9
    Steven Erikson
    “Nostalgia was like a disease, one that crept in and stole the colour from the world and the time you lived in. Made for bitter people. Dangerous people, when they wanted back what never was.”
    Steven Erikson, The Crippled God

  • #10
    Stuart Turton
    “If this isn’t hell, the devil is surely taking notes.”
    Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

  • #11
    Amor Towles
    “I’ll tell you what is convenient,” he said after a moment. “To sleep until noon and have someone bring you your breakfast on a tray. To cancel an appointment at the very last minute. To keep a carriage waiting at the door of one party, so that on a moment’s notice it can whisk you away to another. To sidestep marriage in your youth and put off having children altogether. These are the greatest of conveniences, Anushka—and at one time, I had them all. But in the end, it has been the inconveniences that have mattered to me most.”
    Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

  • #12
    Amor Towles
    “For as it turns out, one can revisit the past quite pleasantly, as long as one does so expecting nearly every aspect of it to have changed.”
    Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

  • #13
    Amor Towles
    “Here, indeed, was a formidable sentence--one that was on intimate terms with a comma, and that held the period in healthy disregard.”
    Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

  • #14
    Joe Abercrombie
    “Those with the least always lose the most in war.”
    Joe Abercrombie, Before They Are Hanged
    tags: war

  • #15
    Joe Abercrombie
    “I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.”
    Joe Abercrombie, Last Argument of Kings

  • #16
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
    Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?'
    Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
    Man got to tell himself he understand.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle



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