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A trade had taken place: my future for their stability. I was uninterested in their contentment in the same way a slaughtered sow might be uninterested in learning whether its flesh had made for a delicious meal.

ideals became cold, abstract things when a man sat with them, day after day, behind four obstinate walls and a door that might never open.

Passion was for ordinary flesh, not for a body that could be bartered and conquered and offered like territory.

He had seen too much of men to be anything but impatient with them.

Women died in childbed every day, and it did not matter if you were a queen or a korrigan or a fishwife. The cold hand came for you and that was that.

A duchess lived at the center of everything but also at strange remove, every friendship freighted with the knowledge that she could order the friend killed or make their fortune forever.

The first to fall in any war are forgotten. No love gets lost over one person’s reckless mistake. Only after it’s a mountain of bodies bagged do we think to raise a flag and call the mistake by a different name, because one downfall times a thousand has got to mean something. It needs its own brand, some point to all the sacrifice.

there’s no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you’re on your own

He was pleased with his own superiority. It makes people unwise.

She remembered one of her therapists saying Anger is pain in a party mask . It had seemed wise at the time. She wasn’t sure she agreed with it anymore. Maybe anger was a scab over a wound, or maybe it was what happened when the universe spun you so hard that you lost everything. Or maybe it was just a thing that welled up in you when you found yourself lying sleepless in the dark of a prison work camp with no idea wh

Preservation is irrational because it glorifies what cannot be. The universe is in constant change from the smallest measures to the greatest.

Life went on. That was the terrible thing. They were ripped out of their world, their lives, their sense of who and what they were. Their history. They were killed, or made to watch the people they loved die. And then, at some point, they were hungry. Thirsty. They had to piss. Someone told a joke, and they laughed, however darkly. They washed dishes. Changed clothes. Held funerals. It felt like it should have stoppe

I think some important scientific questions have finally been answered. Alien life exists, and they are assholes.

It was a crisis, and in a crisis you did what needed doing. Stopping to think was a short path to panic.

If experience had taught him anything, it was that first guesses were almost always disappointing. Data collection and analysis took time.

Nothing would be made better by being drunk. But then, nothing could be made much worse, either.

Us’ is a big word. You can fit surprises in it.”

We can hope for the best without being too specific about it.

Small moments, unnoticed at the time, change the fate of empires.

When the ATM brings out naira notes, they look the same no matter how you have earned it.

A kid is a terrible thing to be, in charge of nothing. If you get past that and grown, it’s easiest to forget about the misery and pretend you knew all along what you were doing. Assuming you’ve ended up someplace you’re proud to be. And if not, easier to forget the whole thing, period.

Keeping secrets from young ears only plants seeds in between them