Ayman Selim

“I want him to see, you know?” Lissja said. She was staring into her drink, not moving a muscle. “Oonai. I want him to wake up and see the ruins of his life, see what he did to his wife and to Inqshi, and the city. I want him to walk down Fortune Road and see the corpses in the ditches, I want him to breathe the ashes of all the houses he burned down, I want him to look all those orphans in the eye and explain to them why his lust for power was more important than their parents’ lives.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“There is a myth that soldiers aren’t afraid when they charge into battle. It’s a lie: the fear is always there, worming through the pits of their stomachs and crawling over their shaking hands. Life or death depends on their ability to kill this fear and let that other beast take over, the one that fought, the one that maimed, the one that turned green boys into killers. The one that survived.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“The mind is a malleable thing. Soil, if you’re feeling poetic. Depending on the seed, anything will grow in it, from graceful gardens to idyllic meadows, from weedy forests to foggy swamps. Harmonious or chaotic, peaceful or perilous, healthy or ill—it’s all a matter of seeds.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“The leaping of one fish would never disturb the flow of the river.”
― Kentaro Miura, Berserk, Vol. 13