Lilit

“Do you want a hug?" Lookout asked.
"I want my enemies crushed and gone.”
― Wildbow, Ward

“I'm really bad at this," he said, abrupt, like he was using the fact they'd exchanged a handful of words in this fragment of conversation as a point from which to launch into something else. "I mean ... talking to girls."
"Why does that even matter?" she asked, stung, even more annoyed, and angry for reasons she couldn't articulate. "Why do I have to be a girl? Why can't I just be a person?"
"Do you mean, like, in-between boy and girl or-"
"No," she said, with more intensity than she wanted. "I mean talk to me like I'm a potential friend, not like ... I don't know. Like you want something from me. Why does it have to be a boy-girl thing? Why can't it be a person-person thing?”
― Wildbow, Ward

“Three masters, standing in the back lines while we sent our bugs, dogs and lunatic supervillain thrall into the fray.”
― Wildbow, Worm

“Всі ці єпископи, королі, імператори, папи гнітючо-зоднаковілі думками й мовою, вони ховаються за готовими словами, відгороджуються від життя щоденного, наставляють їх на тебе, мов давно зроблені кимось щити, зношені, обчовгані, обдерті від довгого вжитку,- нічого нового не почуєш, безособовість, цілковита втрата людського лику, якісь опудала, що були б смішні й безглузді, коли б не мали в руках жорстокої влади.”
― Pavlo Zahrebelnyi, Євпраксія