It is strange the way trauma deadens curiosity. To suffer cruelty in excess is to be delivered from care. The human heart sets aside its questions when the future is too capricious. This is the irony...
Given the manifest frailty of men, given the long succession of delusions that was their history, what could be more preposterous than claiming oneself the least deluded, let alone privy to the absolu...
Everyone thinks they’ve won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billions who disagree with them, have somehow lucked int...
Esmenet had loved joking about cocks. She marvelled at the way men fussed over them, cursing, congratulating, beseeching, coaxing, commanding, even threatening them. Once she told Achamian about a der...
All power shits. All power sleeps . Strength must be aimed , and so are all things exposed, all things weak. To despise weakness is to loathe existence itself
A może, w co chętniej wierzył Achamian, wybrańcami byli ci, którzy się wahali. Często myślał o tym, że wabik fałszywej pewności jest najbardziej narkotyczną i destrukcyjną ze wszystkich pokus. Kto czy...
Few things are more familiar, he supposed, than finding oneself a stranger.
We, she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. It really is ‘we’ now, isn’t it? With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. When I can’t find you, he s...
Vulgar languages, especially when native, stand too close to the press of life. Their meanings are too easily warped by our insights and experiences. The sheer otherness of Gilcûnya serves to insulate...
To piss across water is to piss across your reflection
Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.
The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man’s mouth.
It’s the concert of knowledge and ignorance that underwrites our decisions.
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!
He no longer heard Kellhus speak so much as observed him cut and carve, whittle and hew, as though the man had somehow shattered the glass of language and fashioned knives from the pieces.
He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture.
Do not mistake me, Inrithi. In this much Conphas is right. You are all staggering drunks to me. Boys who would play at war when you should kennel with your mothers. You know nothing of war. War is dar...
Conceit does not sit well with martyrdom.
But you do understand. Think, Leweth. 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...
Better blind in Hell than speechless in Heaven. —