Parable of the Sower (Earthseed, #1)

by Octavia E. Butler

All the adults were armed. That’s the rule. Go out in a bunch, and go armed.

But we can rig the game in our own favor if we understand that God exists to be shaped, and will be shaped, with or without our forethought, with or without our intent.

Then we go on to create super-people—super-parents, super-kings and queens, super-cops—to be our gods and to look after us—to stand between us and God.

God Is Change.

All struggles Are essentially power struggles, And most are no more intellectual than two rams knocking their heads together.

They kill and kill and kill, Until they are exhausted and destroyed, Until they are conquered by outside forces,

Or until one of them becomes A leader Most will follow, Or a tyrant Most fear.

They know about early American company towns in which the companies cheated and abused people.

“Those rich people would never let themselves be slaves.”

This country is going to be parceled out as a source of cheap labor and cheap land. When people like those in Olivar beg to sell themselves, our surviving cities are bound to wind up the economic colonies of whoever can afford to buy them.”

I wonder what you have to do to become a cop. I wonder what a badge is, other than a license to steal.