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“You will come to learn that many things in this world are spiritual,” she says matter-of-factly. “Most people don’t realize the false gods they worship, how they’re promoted in every facet of our lives, from the shows and music we watch to the institutions we hold to.”
“Ogone, you’re a Christian that twerks in the club to this very same music you consider sacrilegious,“ I say.

“Lose the sexual slash gender identity through a Christian lens”—I can’t hear all of Katja’s words, as if Huis muffles my ears—“elevate your work while bringing commercial appeal for the mainstream market.”
“My faith is to God, not a capitalist market,” Ogone responds.

There’s a concrete bench and stoep; I feel as if I’ve stepped deeper into myself where I can reside quietly with my thoughts, like I’m a word on a page scented in the sea breeze.

New materialist scholarship shares the conviction that the “linguistic turn” or primarily textual accounts are insufficient for an adequate understanding of the complex and dynamic interplay of meaning and matter.

Despite fans’ love for Scully, and Gillian Anderson—who was voted FHM’s sexiest woman of the year in 1996 and was often referred to as the “thinking man’s crumpet”— Scully is rarely depicted as sexual.

The year that The X-Files returned to our screens was the same year that Oxford Dictionaries selected “post-truth’ as its word of the year, defining it as shorthand for “circumstances in which objective facts are less influential in shaping public opinion than appeals to emotion and personal belief.”

The UK’s decision to leave the EU has not resulted in more money being diverted to the National Health Service, which remains in crisis, and making America “great” again really meant making America white and Christian again.

“The show was great for its time, but they’re going to have to up their game considering how mainstream crazy conspiracy theories have become.”

...the original series existed in “that rare era both pre- and post- technology takeover,” and many of the episodes as well as the show’s underlying themes attempt to grapple with that double-edged sword.

The truth might be out there, but what exactly is it, how do we know it when we find it, and does it even matter anymore?

These wholesome Outer Satelliters were desperately accepting of any World-bound decadence; it supplied some sort of frisson, he suspected, ordinarily missing from their small-world lives.

Look, I don’t care if you read it. Just don’t leave it around in your commons, that’s all . . . this isn’t some goddamn police state. Where do you think we are, Earth?

“You know,” Sam said jovially—and loud enough for the others in the room to hear—“while you guys sit around playing war games, there is a war going on out there, that Triton is pretty close to getting involved in.”

Bron asked: “I’m terribly sorry—but are you into prostitution?”
She looked at him again, sharply, started to say one thing, changed to another, finally settled on, “Oh, Jesus Christ,” then went back to fingering her jaw.
Bron thought: The Christians aren’t making another comeback . . .?

The great physicist was misled by a disaffected group, for a while. Intellectuals are always being led astray, because they think about irrelevant things like time and space and reality, things that have nothing to do with real life, so they are easily fooled by wicked deviationists.

Things change, change. You cannot have anything…. And least of all can you have the present—unless you accept with it the past and the future. Not only the past but also the future, not only the future but also the past! Because they are real: only their reality makes the present real. You will not achieve or even understand Urras unless you accept the reality, the enduring reality, of Anarres.

“But I’m luckier. A scientist can pretend that his work isn’t himself, it’s merely the impersonal Truth. An artist can’t hide behind the Truth. He can’t hide anywhere.”

...this instant the difference between this planet and that one, between Urras and Anarres, was no more significant to him than the difference between two grains of sand on the shore of the sea. There were no more abysses, no more walls.

I will not regret this separation. It has allowed me to see that I had begun to give less, as if I possessed you and you me and there was nothing more to be done. The real fact has nothing to do with ownership. What we do is assert the wholeness of Time.

And in the eyes you see the splendour, the splendour of the human spirit. Because our men and women are free, possessing nothing they are free. And you the possessors are possessed.

Takver saw no such obscure concatenations of effect/cause/effect, but then she was not a temporal physicist. She saw time naively as a road laid out. You walked ahead, and you got somewhere. If you were lucky, you got somewhere worth getting to.

You fear we might bring back the revolution, the old one, the real one, the revolution for justice which you began and then stopped half-way. Here in A-Io they fear me less because they have forgotten the revolution. They don’t believe in it any more, they think if people can possess enough things they will be content to live in prison. But I will not believe that. I want the walls down.

“Hasn’t your man been in yet?” said Pae.
“My man?”
“The servant. He was supposed to bring you some things.”