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"Hmmm, not sure what I think of this yet. There's promising aspects, but so far the worldbuilding is a bit all over the place. The latter half might make up for this, who knows. I'll continue to give it a shot, but the start has been rough unfortunately..." — Jun 21, 2026 11:40AM
"Hmmm, not sure what I think of this yet. There's promising aspects, but so far the worldbuilding is a bit all over the place. The latter half might make up for this, who knows. I'll continue to give it a shot, but the start has been rough unfortunately..." — Jun 21, 2026 11:40AM
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
“They all laughed, except Tyr; he lost his hand.”
― The Prose Edda: Norse Mythology
― The Prose Edda: Norse Mythology
“Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
“He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“The Soul selects her own Society—
Then—shuts the Door—
To her divine Majority—
Present no more—
Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pausing—
At her low Gate—
Unmoved—an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat—
I've known her—from an ample nation—
Choose One—
Then—close the Valves of her attention—
Like Stone—”
― Selected Poems
Then—shuts the Door—
To her divine Majority—
Present no more—
Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pausing—
At her low Gate—
Unmoved—an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat—
I've known her—from an ample nation—
Choose One—
Then—close the Valves of her attention—
Like Stone—”
― Selected Poems
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