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“You’re stalling, ART-drone said. I am not. I can stand here and be useless without any ulterior motives, thanks.”
― System Collapse
― System Collapse
“Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.”
― Fool's Errand
― Fool's Errand
“I felt HostileSecUnit1 go into shutdown mode. It wasn’t dead, it was just catastrophically damaged. (I know, who isn’t?)”
― System Collapse
― System Collapse
“I know you think I've gone mad. I haven't. What's happened to me is worse.
I've gone sane.
That's why you'll come, Mace. That's why you'll have to.
Because nothing is more dangerous than a Jedi who's finally sane.”
― Star Wars: Shatterpoint
I've gone sane.
That's why you'll come, Mace. That's why you'll have to.
Because nothing is more dangerous than a Jedi who's finally sane.”
― Star Wars: Shatterpoint
“And God,
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go some place
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.”
―
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go some place
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.”
―
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