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Intro is down and I cannot adequately express how excited I am to read this

"You cannot take things that exist in the world and try to drive them back into the dream, to hold them inside the dream with walls and pretense. That is insanity. What is, is."

"But had he learned to kill his fellowmen among his own dreams of outrage and bereavement, or from the undreamed-of-actions of the strangers? Was he speaking his own language or Captain Davidson's? That which seemed to rise from the root of his own suffering and express his own changed being, might in fact be an infection, a foreign plague, which would not make a new people of his race, but would destroy them."

""There's no why," said Elspeth. "You don't have to understand it. You just have to accept.""

"Hurts to be reminded what you don't have anymore. Better to erase yourself bit by bit, until you are only what you need in the present moment."

Hrmmm reductionism... "And if that was true - then what difference did it make, what history you had, what love you'd shared? That staircase was gone; the planks had reassembled, and the soul you had come to know was a newly crafted fiction. And so perhaps it was entirely possible - common, even - for you to look into the eyes of someone you'd been falling in love with...and fail to recognize them at all."
Bang.

"When it came down to it magick was a wish, a prayer, and a little, anchoring fiction. So was personhood, for that matter. So was a coherent subjectivity. And so was the courage to get up every morning and not plan to die."

""I feel sometimes it is so difficult to be conscious."
"I know," said Peter.
Such heavy feet. Like dragging rocks. "And I think anything would be easier. Anything at all.""

"And then, of course, he relented. Because he believed that love was within his grasp. Was there anything more dangerous than a man full of hope?"

"Unravel. A single word might drive him mad. It stuck in his mind like a thorn, infecting him with a kind of fever, the thought of Luzia Cotado unraveling."

"There was pleasure in this sadness. It was the feeling of remembering great happiness you will never have again, the first flush of desire you know will never be consummated but that you can't help but hope for anyway, the desperate longing to see your beloved even when you know you are not loved in return."

"Was that why she had helped Valentina? Because she knew what it was to live without love? To believe you would never have it and cling to anything that resembled it -- an invitation, a bit of conversation, wine served in a small jade cup?"

"Pain without fear was easy to bear."

Sorry ive held onto this one for two years lauren. Initially borrowed it for work book club but only got to chapter 19. Starting over, will have it home to you at the boil!

"... and wondered, briefly, if death was just another place to be."