P. Duck

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“We thought Alpha had been extinguished when the soul-flame of the temple girl died. They were bound. They were supposed to be bound. In most ways they were. But when the temple girl’s flame was blown out…the flame of Alpha’s wasn’t.”

Maurice smoothed down his frazzled mustache. “Zee girl is dead, Gwen. So is
Alpha. Thousands of years have passed. A soul needs a body. A vessel. Hers died. End uv story.”
― B.L.A., The Pre-programming

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Maud waved a hand. ‘Take Prometheus, for example. His limited-yet-significant role in man’s creation story begins with clay—no matter if it was the Neanderthal, Denisovan, or Homo Sapien creation. Whatever. He shaped “man” from the ground—a clod of dirt, as the myth goes. Long story short, from dirt man was made and to dirt he shall
return. The god that created man was part of the capital-G God. The gods make up God—all that crap.”
― B.L.A., The Automation