They’ve all got stories, Jess thought. I need to know them. Best of all, he could know them. He could learn anything here. It felt like limitless possibilities.
I gambled for the soul of the Library. And I lost.
Desperate people do desperate things. You cannot be one of them. You must be better.
And that was when she had one single, awful realization. It’s not a doll. And against all her best intentions, she began to scream and couldn’t stop.
You have to learn how to listen before you will hear.
Married and buried, wed and dead.
Pardon? Why, sir, I beg your pardon, for if that was pardon, then fists are love and nooses are kisses. You speak of duty? Duty is the rope that strangles me. Piety is a bed of broken glass. And family is the company of hateful demons.
Vita hominis plus libro valet! A life is worth more than a book.
Anything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.’” “Stupid.
For a perversion of knowledge is surely worse than a lack of it.
This was like watching murder. Defilement. And it was something worse than either of those things. Even among his family, black trade as they were, books were holy things.
No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments.
Guns don’t keep anyone safe. They only equal the playing field.
It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one’s own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding.
But hope was a malicious, jagged thing, all spikes and razors that churned and cut deep in his guts. Hope was a great deal like fear.
One thing you learn early growing up a girl – people always talk, whatever you do,′ Glain said. ‘What bliss it must be to be male.
With the right books, we can change everything.
Books and men left the same traces where they burned. The.
Perhaps one day I’d be made a saint – the patron saint of fools and lovers, if those terms were not exactly the same.
The destruction of Rayy taught us that calculated politics and unthinking rage – make no mistake, the two are sometimes hand in hand – are the greatest threats knowledge can face.