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“Mine’s Alcibé,” he said. “I didn’t ask for your life story!” I shouted and turned the head around so he was facing away from me.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“I flipped the mask down and raised my leg to kick in the door. “Stop!” Alcibé fairly yelled. “Perhaps a little stealth is in order? At least sneak in and get the drop on them.” I thought about it for a moment. “Nah.” I kicked in the door.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one’s country; is it hate of one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“waiting for the breathers to leave. I felt betrayed. Someone clapped me on the back paternally. “It had to be done, Jones.” I didn’t know him. “Get fucked,” I replied.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones