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 indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife. —SCYLVENDI
They worshipped themselves as the measure of all significance,
The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men.
The more crowded the concerns of the present, the more difficult it became to see the ways in which the past portended the future. Had
The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save their wives and children. Their tribes and their nations. If they learn that the world...
Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence.
Sleep, when deep enough, is indistinguishable from vigilance.
Sheltered by his caste, Sarcellus had not, as the impoverished must, made fear the pivot of his passions. As a result he possessed an immovable self-assurance. He felt. He acted. He judged. The fear o...
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.
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 seemed poison had been poured into wonder’s own decanter.
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...
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!
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.
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...
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...
And ‘barbarity,’ I fear, is simply a word for unfamiliarity that threatens.