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“I’ve always been afraid to start a family for this reason, Kim. When I joined up I resigned myself to being single. I wasn’t going to be an absent father and husband. Then I met you, and I convinced myself that I could make it work. I told myself that our commitment to each other and to our children would be strong enough to endure any separation. But now I see that I was only being selfish. I was thinking about my happiness, not yours. You deserve someone who can be with you and share the load every day of your life.”
-Mazer Rackham, in Orson Scott Card and Aaron Johnston’s “Earth Afire”
///Then I met you, and I convinced myself that I could make it work. But now I see that I was only being selfish.///
‘Gratitude’ is a euphemism for resentment. Resentment from most people I do not mind—but from pretty little girls it is distasteful.
-Jubal Hershaw, in Robert Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”
“Are you in love with him?”
Jill gasped. “Why, that’s preposterous!”
“Not at all. You’re a girl; he’s a boy—that’s a nice setup.”
-excerpt from Robert Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”
this blog SUCKS, you can have the money you paid me to follow you back *sends you a money order*
That’s right, folks. Just hit that unfollow button. If I lose enough followers I might get so desperate that I’ll give up trying to maintain any semblance of respectability and start reblogging kittens and boobs all day.
At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie.
-The King of Salem, in Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist”
But this is the Apocalypse? Fuck you! It’s always the Apocalypse. The world hasn’t gone to shit. The world is shit.
-excerpt from Jess Walter’s “Don’t Eat Cat”
People said ‘Do you rave about one whom you cannot see?’ but I replied, ‘The ear, like the eye, may tell the heart of that which is.’
I am not the first one to be enamored of a maiden, in whose encounter he encounters only a waft of perfume.
O my folk, for my ear has fallen in love with a maiden of the tribe, for sometimes the ear falls in love before the eye.
-excerpt from “Selections from the Poetry of Baššār”
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