More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Look instead at a map of the immer. Such a big and tidal quiddity.
A scholar can never let mere wrongness get in the way of the theory.”
It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It’s only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
Building-things were coming down and being replaced. Construction sites like combined slaughterhouses, puppy farms and quarries.
These eisteddfods of mendacity had not existed—how could they?—before we Terre came.
What theology that would have been, a god self-worshipping, a drug addicted to itself.
a narcocracy of language.
“We’re insane, to them: we tell the truth with lies.”
I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before.
