Wayne held back a smile, tucking it into his pocket for later use.
You ask why I smile, Goodman Mennis? Well, the Lord Ruler thinks he has claimed laughter and joy for himself. I’m disinclined to let him do so. This is one battle that doesn’t take very much effort to fight.
The old Words must be spoken again.
You are not worse for your association with the world, but it is better for its association with you.
And yet, when you fly, you are amazing. You’re so determined, so skillful, so passionate. You’re a fire, Spin. When everyone else is calm, you’re a burning bonfire. Beautiful, like a newly forged blade.
Some mistakes, though, you can’t fix by being sorry. Can’t fix them, no matter what you do.
He grinned, then winked at her as the waiter finally stepped over. “You wanted – ” the waiter began. “Liquor,” Wayne said. “Would you care to be a little more specific, sir?” “Lots of liquor.
In a way, she’d rather trust him and be wrong than deal with the worry of mistrust.
At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have.
If the journey itself is indeed the most important piece, rather than the destination itself, then I traveled not to avoid duty – but to seek it.
Visit?” Yeden asked uncomfortably. “You’re going to visit the Lord Ruler? Are you insa... ” Yeden trailed off, then glanced at the rest of the room. “Right. I forgot.
The law is there to keep us from ruining everyone else’s ability to explore. Without law, there’s no freedom.
The best indication of what human beings will do is not what they think, but what the record says similar groups have done in the past.
It was simply the way of human beings, subtly changing the past in their minds to match their current beliefs.
Books can store information better than we can – what we do that books cannot is interpret. So if one is not going to draw conclusions, then one might as well just leave the information in the texts.
I learned how much power over a situation you gain when you decide that you don’t care what others think of you.
That’s what trust is. It’s about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.
Spook, child. You want to be like me? Really like me? Then fight when you are beaten!
The world’s gone mad: joining it is the only solution.
He forced himself to smile -not out of pleasure, and not out of satisfaction. He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler -and to himself- that he wasn’t beaten. No, he wasn’t going to walk away. He wasn’t finished yet. Not by far.