Truths were carved from the identical wood as were lies—words—and so sank or floated with equal ease.
To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife. —SCYLVENDI
Suffer not a whore to live, for she maketh a pit of her womb.
Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence. They are moments that rankle at becoming past, and so remain contemporaries of our beat...
Sit with a merchant or sit with a beggar, and it’ll always be the beggar who buys your first drink.
She led a submerged life, a life catacombed by poverty and ignorance
Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another soul to carry our own.
No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.
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 words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the moveme...
Most men would rather die in deception than live in uncertainty.
Men, Kellhus had once told her, were like coins: they had two sides. Where one side of them saw, the other side of them was seen, and though all men were both at once, men could only truly know the si...
Masses of warring men animated the horizon, crashing into stubborn ranks, churning in melee. The air didn’t so much thunder as hiss with the sound of distant battle, like a sea heard through a conch s...
Look unto others and ponder the sin and folly you find there. For their sin is your sin, and their folly is your folly. Seek ye the true reflecting pool? Look to the stranger you despise, not the frie...
Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games.
It was ever the same: Convince a man to take a single step--after all, what earthly difference could one step make?--and he would walk the next mile to prove himself right.
Ignorance was ever the iron of certainty, for it was as blind to itself as sleep. It was the absence of questions that made answers absolute—not knowledge! To
If we’re nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than those who move us.
Die Welt ist ein Kreis, der so viele Mittelpunkte wie Bewohner hat.
Desperation glares in all Men, but it burns as a beacon when it takes a King for tinder. A
And Cnaiür grinned as only a Chieftain of the Utemot could grin. The neck of the world, it seemed, lay pressed against the point of his sword. I shall butcher. All hungered here. All starved.