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“You, Duncan? Have you betrayed me, too?’ Et tu, Brute?
“There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place with no memories, nothing.
The noontide sun of summer flowered over the still garden.”
― The Decay of the Angel
The noontide sun of summer flowered over the still garden.”
― The Decay of the Angel
“Bene Gesserit view that humans were life designed by evolution to create order.
And how does that help us against these disorderly women who hunt us? What branch of evolution are they? Is evolution just another name for God?”
― Chapterhouse: Dune
And how does that help us against these disorderly women who hunt us? What branch of evolution are they? Is evolution just another name for God?”
― Chapterhouse: Dune
“Blood and flowers were alike, Isao thought, in that both were quick to dry up, quick to change their substance. And precisely because of this, then, blood and flowers could go on living by taking on the substance of glory. Glory in all its form was inevitably something metallic.”
― Runaway Horses
― Runaway Horses
“some knights are dark and full of terror, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.”
― A Game of Thrones / A Clash of Kings / A Storm of Swords / A Feast for Crows
― A Game of Thrones / A Clash of Kings / A Storm of Swords / A Feast for Crows
“Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.”
― A Feast for Crows
― A Feast for Crows
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