Nau-Cayûti’s eyes gleamed like bared teeth in the gloom.
Love is like sleep. One can never seize, never force love.
He looked like a bored boy deciding whether to poke a dead fish.
For Nautzera there was no present, only the clamour of a harrowing past and the threat of a corresponding future. For Nautzera, the present had receded to a point, had become the precarious fulcrum wh...
Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.
Despite all the pain, all the wrenching loss, there is no greater glory than a complicated life.
Almost all men prized the familiar path over the true.
Zsoronga, Sorweel was beginning to realize, possessed the enviable ability to yoke his conviction to his need — to believe, absolutely, whatever his heart required. For Sorweel, belief and want always...
You can only believe so many lies before becoming one of them.
What did it mean to a prophet to sing in a God´s own voice? Would that make him a shaman, as in the days described in the Tusk? Or would it make him a god?
The arguments were assembled and were defeated. The reasons railed and railed. But love had no logic.No more than sleep.
Small wonder, Thomas thought, we humans were so jumpy, so arrogant, so defensive. Small wonder the Internet, which was supposed to blow the doors off narrow, parochial views of the world, had simply t...
Set aside your conviction, Moënghus said, for the feeling of certainty is no more a marker of truth than the feeling of will is a marker of freedom. Deceived men always think themselves certain, just...
Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.
One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken,
No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of world spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the moveme...
Nigdy nie uważał, że „czyta książki. Język był w tym wypadku równie zdradziecki, jak u hazardzisty, który przechwala się wygraną partią, tak jakby siłą lub determinacją wydarł losowi zwycięstwo, gdy t...
Mystery made thing gigantic. Knowledge made small.
If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.
He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the Conriyan encampment and counted fires like an idiot child. „Always number y...