So, I mean, it’s awesome that, uh, you’re a city? Congratulations! I want to be accepting of this new stage in your identity formation.
Libraries are safe places.
All you know is what they’ve told you, and they tell you so little. They think if we don’t know anything, they’ll be able to keep control-and they’re right. How can you want something you’ve never seen, don’t have the words for, can’t imagine?
So many of our leaders are weak, and choose to take power from others rather than build strength in themselves. And then, having laid claim to what they have not earned, they wonder why everything around them spirals into chaos.
Survival doesn’t mean rightness. I could kill you right now, but that wouldn’t make me a better person for doing so.
But the real disaster is that Atlantis became just a story. It failed so catastrophically that the entire human race shifted into a branch of realities in which Atlantis never existed at all.
The Woman then takes Aislyn’s hand and pumps it, too virogously. “Yes. Pleasedtomeetyou is appropriate, yes? We’re both composite entites for whom the boundaries of space, time, and flesh have meaning! Let’s be besties.
Men praise parts of me endlessly. Always the parts mind you never the whole.
A small taste of respect for those who needed it so badly, so that they might come to crave it and eventually seek it for themselves.
The harbingers of the enemy will hide among the city’s parasites. Beware of them.
We went through all this for dreams?” Zo asked, frustration creeping into her voice. She wasn’t smiling anymore. “What good are those?” “What good are they to humans?” “They aren’t any good. Humans are full of interesting-but-useless features. Crying. Wisdom teeth. Dreams are more of the same.
We realized the old boundaries weren’t meant to keep the undesirable out, but to hoard resources within. And the hoarders were the core of the problem.
But then, how can they? Who misses what they have never, ever even imagined? That would not be human nature. How fortunate, then, that there are more people in this world than just humankind.
She often treats him as though he represents his whole species. He does the same to her.
This land made its natural people brown for a reason, though, ma’am, long before either your’n or most of mine came along.
She is such a good child at her core. Don’t be angry with her, she can only make choices within the limited set of her experiences. And it isn’t her fault that so many of those experiences have been terrible. Marvel instead at how easily she loves, how thoroughly. Love enough to change the world. She learned how to love like this from somewhere.
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” – Thomas Wolfe.
Was it really wrong of me to remember the past fondly? It wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. But the past was an easy meal after all. I could taste it again any time I wanted in memory and it would always be perfect and true. The here and now though had no recipe. It might be sour or bitter or raw.
The stone eater’s arm rises, so steadily that the motion surpasses graceful and edges into unnatural.
Some might say it also makes them monsters.” Bronca lifts an eyebrow. “Some, I guess. But I always figure those people must be the ones starting all the fights.” Bronca shrugs. “Abusers know kids like this are the ones who sometimes grow up – if the abusers don’t kill them first – to fix the world wherever it’s broken. Enough kids like this equals the end of abusers.