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“They would have a ceremony of the lost for her, she thought distantly. The sisters would be comforted by the others, and the party would last until dawn as they all demonstrated their solidarity in the face of grievous loss. In the light of the rising sun, the remaining sisters would join hands, forming a circle, and after that she would cease to exist for them. No longer would she torment them with her new strangeness, her apartness. No one had the right to bring unhappiness to the brothers or sisters, she thought. No one had the right to exist if such existence was a threat to the family--that was the law.”
― Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang
― Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang
“Am I really about to rescue a servant of evil from the hands of the righteous?" Nth whimpered. It was a human sound. Lief had, once or twice, been beaten and broken just enough to make that sound.
"Fuck the righteous.”
― Spiderlight
"Fuck the righteous.”
― Spiderlight
“Five thousand years of savagery, Barry had believed. But that was time measured on the steps of the pyramids, not by those who lived any part of it. Mark had led his people into a timeless period where the recurring seasons and the cycles of the heavens and of life, birth, and death marked their days. Now the joys of men and women, and their agonies, were private affairs that would come and go without a trace. In the timeless period, life became the goal, not the recreation of the past or the elaborate structuring of the future.”
― Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang
― Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang
“Ruiz-Sanchez did not believe that the hand of God would reach forth to pluck to salvation men who were involved in such a project as Cleaver's, but he was equally convinced that his should not be the hand to condemn any man to death, let alone to an unshriven death.”
― A Case of Conscience
― A Case of Conscience
“[A]ll knowledge goes through both stages, the annunciation out of noise into fact, and the disintegration back into noise again. The process involved was the making of increasingly finer distinctions. The outcome was an endless series of theoretical catastrophes.
The residuum was faith.”
― A Case of Conscience
The residuum was faith.”
― A Case of Conscience
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