Children were meant to be gifts. The physical manifestation of love between a man and a woman. And for that love all manner of sacrifice could be borne.
I have to feel what I’m writing, right down to the core.
For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.
Believe it or not, friendships are difficult to write in fiction. They can easily come across as forced, particularly if they involve too much explication and too many overt gestures of affection.
Power is violence, its promise, its deed. Power cares nothing for reason, nothing for justice, nothing for compassion. It is, in fact, the singular abnegation of these things – once the cloak of deceits is stripped away, this one truth is revealed.
Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgment over every decision made or not made?
Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.
You are very easily exasperated, my dear. If you’re a leaf trembling on a wide, deep river, relax and ride the current. It’s always worked for me, I assure you.
Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.
Show me a god that does not demand mortal suffering. Show me a god that celebrates diversity, a celebration that embraces even non-believers, and is not threatened by them. Show me a god that understands the meaning of peace. In life, not in death.
When you’ve burned the bridges behind you, don’t go starting a fire on the one in front of you.
Never, dear gods. Never mess with mortals.
All they get around here is stories. Stories don’t make you bleed. Stories don’t make you go hungry, don’t give you sore feet. When you’re young smelling of pigshit and convinced there ain’t a weapon in all the damn world that’s going to hurt you, all stories do is make you want to be part of them.
Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.
Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.
The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.
I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.
What makes a Malazan soldier so dangerous? They’re allowed to think.
Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.
Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.