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  • #1
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #2
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #3
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #4
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “That's how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #5
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #6
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

  • #7
    Brandon Sanderson
    “But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

  • #8
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Breeze strolled over to the table and chose a seat with his characteristic decorum. The portly man raised his dueling cane, pointing it at Ham. 'I see that my period of intellectual respite has come to an end.'

    Ham smiled. 'I thought up a couple beastly questions while I was gone, and I've been saving them just for you, Breeze.'

    'I'm dying of anticipation,' Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. 'Spook, drink.'

    Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine.

    'He's such a fine lad,' Breeze noted, accepting the drink. 'I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.'

    Spook frowned. 'Niceing the not on the playing without.'

    'I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.'

    Kelsier rolled his eyes. 'Losing the stress on the nip,' he said. 'Notting without the needing of care.'

    'Riding the rile of the rids to the right,' Spook said with a nod.

    'What are you two babbling about?' Breeze said testily.

    'Wasing the was of brightness,' Spook said. 'Nip the having of wishing of this.'

    'Ever wasing the doing of this,' Kelsier agreed.

    'Ever wasing the wish of having the have,' Ham added with a smile. 'Brighting the wish of wasing the not.'

    Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. 'I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.'

    Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, 'Wasing not of wasing is.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

  • #9
    Brandon Sanderson
    “At first glance, the key and the lock it fits may seem very different," Sazed said. "Different in shape, different in function, different in design. The man who looks at them without knowledge of their true nature might think them opposites, for one is meant to open, and the other to keep closed. Yet, upon closer examination he might see that without one, the other becomes useless. The wise man then sees that both lock and key were created for the same purpose.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Well of Ascension

  • #10
    David Wallace-Wells
    “It is worse, much worse, than you think. The slowness of climate change is a fairy tale, perhaps as pernicious as the one that says it isn’t happening at all, and comes to us bundled with several others in an anthology of comforting delusions: that global warming is an Arctic saga, unfolding remotely; that it is strictly a matter of sea level and coastlines, not an enveloping crisis sparing no place and leaving no life undeformed; that it is a crisis of the “natural” world, not the human one; that those two are distinct, and that we live today somehow outside or beyond or at the very least defended against nature, not inescapably within and literally overwhelmed by it; that wealth can be a shield against the ravages of warming; that the burning of fossil fuels is the price of continued economic growth; that growth, and the technology it produces, will allow us to engineer our way out of environmental disaster; that there is any analogue to the scale or scope of this threat, in the long span of human history, that might give us confidence in staring it down. None of this is true. But let’s begin with the speed of change. The earth has experienced five mass extinctions before the one we are living through now, each so complete a wiping of the fossil record that it functioned as an evolutionary reset, the planet’s phylogenetic tree first expanding, then collapsing, at intervals, like a lung: 86 percent of all species dead, 450 million years ago; 70 million years later, 75 percent; 125 million years later, 96 percent; 50 million years later, 80 percent; 135 million years after that, 75 percent again. Unless you are a teenager, you probably read in your high school textbooks that these extinctions were the result of asteroids. In fact, all but the one that killed the dinosaurs involved climate change produced by greenhouse gas. The most notorious was 250 million years ago; it began when carbon dioxide warmed the planet by five degrees Celsius, accelerated when that warming triggered the release of methane, another greenhouse gas, and ended with all but a sliver of life on Earth dead. We are currently adding carbon to the atmosphere at a considerably faster rate; by most estimates, at least ten times faster. The rate is one hundred times faster than at any point in human history before the beginning of industrialization. And there is already, right now, fully a third more carbon in the atmosphere than at any point in the last 800,000 years—perhaps in as long as 15 million years. There were no humans then. The oceans were more than a hundred feet higher.”
    David Wallace-Wells, The Uninhabitable Earth: Life After Warming

  • #11
    David Wallace-Wells
    “If the average American were confined by the carbon footprint of her European counterpart, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by more than half. If the world’s richest 10 percent were limited to that same footprint, global emissions would fall by a third. And why shouldn’t they be?”
    David Wallace-Wells, The Uninhabitable Earth: Life After Warming

  • #12
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a man in the process of changing.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #13
    Brandon Sanderson
    “You tried to help the people of the market. You mostly failed. This is life. The longer you live, the more you fail. Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I've practiced”
    Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

  • #14
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Life before Death.
    Strength before Weakness.
    Journey before Destination.”
    Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings



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