Vinod

“Végre nem butulok tovább
(Finally I am becoming stupider no more) --the epitaph Paul Erdös wrote for himself”
― Paul Erdös

“To think about what hands feel," Lorn mutters. "These have felt the lifeblood of my sons as their hearts pumped it out of their bodies. They've felt the cold of a razor's hilt as they stole the dreams of youth. They've worn the love of a girl and a woman and then felt those heartbeats fade to silence. All for my glory. All because I chose to ride the sea. All because I do not die easily as most." He frowns. "Hands, I think, were not meant to feel so much.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“That's the thing with fear - conquer it, and you find freedom.”
― Rebekah Crane, The Upside of Falling Down

“Sevro sniffs my neck and makes a noise of distaste. “By Jove. You wretch. Did you dip yourself in piss before the occasion?” “It’s cologne,” I say. “Mustang bought it for me last Solstice.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Is it made out of piss?”
― Pierce Brown, Iron Gold