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  • #1
    Dmitry Glukhovsky
    “Getting a new version of the answer every day, Artyom was unable to compel himself to believe what was true, because the next day another, no less precise and comprehensive one, might arise. Whom should he believe? And in what? ... Any faith served man only as a crutch supporting him. ... He understood why man needs this support. Without it, life would have become empty, like an abandoned tunnel.”
    Dmitry Glukhovsky, Metro 2033

  • #2
    Dmitry Glukhovsky
    “And then, after five minutes of silence, almost inaudibly, the old man sighed and said, more to himself than to Artyom: ‘Lord, what a splendid world we ruined . . .”
    Dmitry Glukhovsky, Metro 2033

  • #3
    John Green
    “Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There was no planning for retirement, There was no planning for a career. There was no planning. No time for plannning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having more and more future. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future--you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college.”
    John Green, Paper Towns

  • #4
    Dmitry Glukhovsky
    “What remains?
    Our children?
    Homer touched the flame of the candle with his fingers. The answer wasn’t easy to find for him,
    Achmed’s words still hurt him. He himself had been damned to be without children, unable for this kind
    of immortality, so he couldn’t do anything but choose another path to immortatlity.
    Again he reached for his pen.
    They can look like us. In their reflection we mirror ourselves in a mysterious way. United with
    those we had loved. In their gestures, in their mimics we happily find ourselves or with sorrow.
    Friends confirm that our sons and daughters are just like us. Maybe that gives us a certain
    extension of ourselves when we are no more.
    We ourselves weren’t the first. We have been made from countless copies that have been
    before us, just another chimera, always half from our fathers and mothers who are again the half of
    their parents. So is there nothing unique in us but are we just an endless mixture of small mosaic parts
    that never endingly exist in us? Have we been formed out of millions of small parts to a complete
    picture that has no own worth and has to fall into its parts again?
    Does it even matter to be happy if we found ourselves in our children, a certain line that has
    been traveling through our bodies for millions of years?
    What remains of me?”
    Dmitry Glukhovsky

  • #5
    John Green
    “You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it's going with my girlfriend - but I don't give a shit, man, because you're you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that's okay. They're them. I'm too obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That's okay, too. That's me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.”
    John Green, Paper Towns
    tags: q, radar

  • #6
    John Green
    “I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean?”
    John Green, Paper Towns

  • #7
    John Green
    “The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.”
    John Green, Paper Towns

  • #8
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #9
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #10
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong - faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it's too late.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #11
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “It is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #12
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “The mind commands the body and it obeys. The mind orders itself and meets resistance.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #13
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things, whether they have speech or not, and in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #14
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Go to bed; tired is stupid.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #15
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do. . . .”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #16
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man's hand and the wisdom in a tree's root: they all arise together. My name, and yours, and the true name of the sun, or a spring of water, or an unborn child, all are syllables of the great word that is very slowly spoken by the shining of the stars. There is no other power. No other name.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #17
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #18
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #19
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to “a war against” whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off. This is puerile, misleading, and degrading. In stories, it evades any solution but violence and offers the reader mere infantile reassurance. All too often the heroes of such fantasies behave exactly as the villains do, acting with mindless violence, but the hero is on the “right” side and therefore will win. Right makes might.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #20
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being. If he would not be a stick whirled and whelmed in the stream, he must be the stream itself, all of it, from its spring to its sinking in the sea.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
    tags: ogion

  • #21
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “The truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing but does only and wholly what he must do.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #22
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Master,” said Ged, “I cannot take your name from you, not being strong enough, and I cannot trick your name from you, not being wise enough. So I am content to stay here, and learn or serve, whatever you will: unless by chance you will answer a question I have.”

    “Ask it.”

    “What is your name?”

    The doorkeeper smiled, and said his name; and Ged, repeating it, entered for the last time into that House.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #23
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #24
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Now they came back to him, on this night he was seventeen years old. All the years and places of his brief broken life came within mind's reach and made a whole again. He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, waisted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it. ”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

  • #25
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “You want to work spells,' Ogion said presently, striding along. 'You've drawn too much water from that well. Wait. Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience. What is that herb by the path?'
    'Strawflower.'
    'And that?'
    'I don't know.'
    'Fourfoil, they call it.' Ogion had halted, the coppershod foot of his staff near the little weed, so Ged looked closely at the plant, and plucked a dry seedpod from it, and finally asked, since Ogion said nothing more, 'What is its use, Master?'
    'None I know of.'
    Ged kept the seedpod a while as they went on, then tossed it away.
    'When you know the fourfoil in all its seasons root and leaf and flower, by sight and scent and seed, then you may learn its true name, knowing its being: which is more than its use. What, after all, is the use of you? or of myself? Is Gont Mountain useful, or the Open Sea?' Ogion went on a half mile or so, and said at last, 'To hear, one must be silent.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea



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