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“I managed to overcome aspiring to appear normal but never really figured out what I should aspire to be. I have a feeling that what I should try to become has nothing to do with my job, though. If I had to guess, I'd bet I should be aspiring to become happy, or a good person, or something. That's probably what enlightened people do” (125).

“She knew this was because real people were both good and bad, all mixed up together, only the screen made everyone into basic silhouettes. The resulting image could appear either way depending on which way you turned it, which details you showed” (146).

"If it helps, I believe everyone is acting in one way or another in this world. We're all afraid to be ourselves. And the saddest part is that fear is unnecessarily genuine” (109).

“It seems crazy not to be able to show our happiness. Such an impoverished word. Others have this right, and they exercise it freely. Sharing their happiness makes them even more happy, makes them expand with joy. But we're left stunted, compromised, by the burden of having to always lie and censor ourselves” (77).

i just felt my heart shatter into a million pieces

“But they don't love him, Niko thinks. Because if love doesn't allow change, then what the f*ck is that love worth?” (157).

“It suggests to Connell that the same imagination he uses as a reader is necessary to understand real people also, and to be intimate with them” (72).

"The hunger you feel is not a matter of survival, you see, but of supremacy. It is your base nature taking hold, the animal soul of man that grows stronger by consuming his rivals and is never satisfied. It is the very Spirit of War, played out in your flesh” (365).

“My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that” (388).

“Immortality cannot temper the folly or frailty of youth. Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo. So we lay to rest the wide-eyed wonder we once thrived upon, replacing it with scars of which we never speak, too knotted for any amount of technology to repair” (369).

“History is only a story, told by those with power to justify why they have it. The truth does not bend to power's whims” (64).

“It reminds me that in spite of our lofty ideals and the many safeguards to protect the Scythedom from corruption and depravity, we must always be vigilant, because power comes infected with the only disease left to us: the virus called human nature. I fear for us all if scythes begin to love what they do” (96).

“Don't you understand? The world ends with high explosive, not trumpets, and even if an angel ex-isted, it would be shot from the sky like an aeroplane” (72).

"Look at the world now. It's terrifying, isn't it? (…) Everything is changing so fast. Mother's frightened. In a way, it's easier to imagine the world's going to end. At least there's a certainty to it. End bam- done. But change—where does change stop? (55).

“Armageddon was a fire in the harbor, a box delivered on a cold day. It wasn't one great tragedy, but ten million tiny ones, and everyone faced theirs alone” (28).

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