Moony

“He laughed in maddened frenzy, knowing somehow that he was no longer in a world of living creatures, but a world of death where soulless beings wandered in hopeless search of escape from their eternal prison. He stumbled on amidst them, laughing, talking, even singing gaily, his mind no longer a part of his mortal being. All about him, the creatures of the dark world followed in cringing companionship, knowing that the maddened mortal was almost one of them.”
― Terry Brooks, The Sword of Shannara

“Either you believed in something or you didn’t—you couldn’t have it both ways and be honest with yourself.”
― Terry Brooks, The Sword of Shannara

“Shea, particularly, had passed the point where his chief emotion was fear; now he felt only a sense of numbness that dulled his mind into self-imposed surrender, a robot-like acceptance of the fact that he was being led to the proverbial slaughter.”
― Terry Brooks, The Sword of Shannara

“Vannacht had ik nauwelijks geslapen,(...). Ik had dood willen zijn en had mijn scheermes in mijn handen gehouden.
Toen ik 's morgens na een hazenslaapje wakker was geworden, had ik gelachen. De gedachte aan zelfmoord was te absurd. Ik zou nooit zelfmoord plegen. Te veel rotzooi. Te veel gedoe. Het was gemakkelijker door te blijven leven, met je kop tussen je schouders, geduldig als een steen, wachtend op betere tijden.”
― Floortje Zwigtman, Schijnbewegingen