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March 4 - March 11, 2024
Quick Ben’s our shaved knuckle in the hole.” “Your what in the where?”
It was not the goal of the search we were to value, but the journey.”
Death shall be my bridge.
It was amazing what could be endured when in the grip of inertia.
There was little gain in elaborate planning. He had eight men to kill.
Save the piety for the latrines.”
Nastiness grows like a cancer in any and every organization—human or otherwise, as you well know. And nastiness gets nastier. Whatever evil you let ride becomes commonplace, eventually. Problem is, it’s easier to get used to it than carve it out.”
Gods, I don’t think my sanity would survive peace!
The historian, now witness, stumbling in the illusion that he will survive. Long enough to set the details down on parchment in the frail belief that truth is a worthwhile cause. That the tale will become a lesson heeded. Frail belief? Outright lie, a delusion of the worst sort. The lesson of history is that no one learns.
Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.
Some times you just have to grin and spit in Hood’s face.
It’s the ignorant who find a cause and cling to it, for within that is the illusion of significance. Faith, a king, queen or Emperor, or vengeance…all the bastion of fools.
Funny she should say that when she wants revenge on her sister
‘Madness is simply a state of mind.’”
Grief rapes the mind, and I know all about rape. It’s a question of acquiescence. So I shall feel nothing. No rape, no grief.
“You cannot be remade unless you are first broken.”
Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.”
“They’re not pursuing,” the captain said. He drained his goblet, smacked his lips, then refilled it from the webbed jug. “They are keeping pace, sir, and that is entirely different, as you must surely grasp.”
Humans were but one tiny, frail leaf on a tree too massive even to comprehend.
