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Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.
been, “gleaning,” named for the way the poor would trail behind farmers in ancient times, taking the stray stalks of grain left behind. It was the earliest form of charity.
Black was an absence of light,
Hope in the shadow of fear is the world’s most powerful motivator.
“I like direct questions,” the scythe said. “They show an honesty of spirit, so I will give an honest answer.
Citra was well known for her temper. It often arrived before reason, and left only after the damage was done.
For to put oneself above all other laws is a fundamental recipe for disaster.
People can read anything, but no one does. All they do is play games and watch cat holograms.”
there was something very satisfying to the turning of pages, and—as Citra had already discovered—the emotional catharsis of slamming a book shut.
I wonder what life will be like a millennium from now, when the average age will be nearer to one thousand. Will we all be renaissance children, skilled at every art and science, because we’ve had the time to master them? Or will boredom and slavish routine plague us even more than it does today, giving us less of a reason to live limitless lives? I dream of the former, but suspect the latter.
How strange to actually have to see the path of your journey in order to make it.
“Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse,”
“Human beings are predatory by nature,” he began. “That nature may have been bleached out of us by the sanitizing force of civilization, but it can never be taken from us completely.
“I think all young women are cursed with a streak of unrelenting foolishness, and all young men are cursed with a streak of absolute stupidity.
For only the pain of empathy will keep us human.
But even the faintest glimmer of hope was better than no hope at all. If she was deluding herself, at least it would allow her to get through this awful day.
