Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was gross insult.
Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of.
I am a creature of chemicals.
You’re not a human being until you value something more than the life of your body. And the greater the thing you live and die for the greater you are.
Today, Mr. Darcy is a vampire.
Order and disorder’, said the speaker, ’they each have their beauty.
He kissed her and killed her then dumped her body in the river.
Remember, the enemy’s gate is down.
He could see Bonzo’s anger growing hot. Hot anger was bad. Ender’s anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo’s was hot, and so it used him.
We spend our lives guessing at what’s going on inside everybody else, and when we happen to get lucky and guess right, we think we ‘understand.’ Such nonsense. Even a monkey at a computer will type a word every now and then.
For it is in the millions of small melodies that the truth of history is always found, for history only matters because of the effects we see or imagine in the lives of the ordinary people who are caught up in, or give shape to, the great events.
The future is a hundred thousand threads, but the past is a fabric that can never be rewoven.
Darkness bound them closer than light.
All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better – So why do I hate my life?
A regime that wraps itself in the flag of truth fears truth most of all, for if its story is falsified to the slightest degree, its authority is gone.
God, our genes, our environment, or some stupid programmer keying in code at an ancient terminal – there’s no way free will can ever exist if we as individuals are the result of some external cause.
Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they’re gone.
I’ve had your tears with mine, and you’ve had mine with yours. I think that’s more intimate even than a kiss.
Intellectual understanding does not always bring visceral belief.
As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what “just living” might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway.