Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I’ve always wished to make a god.
Death is easy when you’ve already tried to find it.
Friendships take minutes to make, moments to break, years to repair.
Friendships take minutes to make, moments to break, years to repair
You do not follow me because I am the strongest. Pax is. You do not follow me because I am the brightest. Mustang is. You follow me because you do not know where you are going. I do.
The Golds have everything, yet they demand sacrifices even from their own. This place is sick. This empire broken. It eats its kings, its queens, as hungrily as it does the paupers who mill its earth.
He always thinks because I’m reading, I’m not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.
Sometimes I wonder if he were raised a Red and I a Gold if he wouldn’t have ended up a better man than I am now, and I a worse man than he ever could be.For some reason I think I could have been capable of great evil.
In the densest places of man, humanity most easily breaks down
Words are weapons stronger than he knows. And songs are even greater. The words wake the mind. The melody wakes the heart.
Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.
…power doesn’t shift. Power is resolute. It is the mountain, not the wind. To shift so easily is to lose trust.
Life. All this. Why do they need to make us do this? Why do they treat us like we’re their slaves?””Power.””Power isn’t real. It’s just a word.
My people sing, we dance, we love. That is our strength. But we also dig. And then we die. Seldom do we get to choose why. That choice is power. That choice has been our only weapon. But it is not enough.
The foolish families worry over blood. I care nothing for purity of family or ancestry. That is a vain thing. I care only for strength. What a man can do to other men, women.
Pity is not forgiveness, nor is gratitude absolution.
How could any boy know that freedom is lost the moment you become a man. Things start to count. To press in. Constricting slowly, inevitably, creating a cage of inconveniences and duties and deadlines and failed plans and lost friends.
… You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.
Like a sheep invited to a banquet in his honor thrown by wolves.
There is a festival where we wear the faces of demons to ward evil spirits from our dead in the vale. Sometimes wefail.
And there’s the beauty of space. A billion paths to choose.
You tell anyone I cried, I’ll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.””Fair enough.
The Golds dance in pairs,Obsidians in threes, Grays in dozens. We dance alone, because only alone do Helldivers drill.~Uncle Narol
Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.
They believe civilization weakens natural selection. They do nature’s work so that we do not become a soft race.
I still remember the flush of blood in her cheeks as she danced. She was all the raw colours of life, the crude beauty of nature. I am the human concept of beauty. Gold made soft and supple in man’s form.
You will fall to ruin because you believe that exceptions to the rule make new rules.
I was learning the craft; I didn’t study writing in school. Rejection was my motivation, and failure is what taught me.