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“Trigger-treat!” Dax’s friends all said as they arrived. It was the standard All Hallows greeting. “Why do we say that anyway?” his friend Savina asked. “It comes from mortal days,” Dax told her. “People would come up to your door on All Hallows, and ask for diamonds, or gold or whatever, and if you didn’t give it, they shot you.” He made his thumb and forefinger into a gun and aimed it at her. “Trigger-treat,” he said, and pretended to shoot her between the eyes.
Because the flipside of contentment is stagnation.
puerile.
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truth and conviction are not comfortable bedfellows, and what one believes will often cast out that which is true. Because it is easier to believe that scythes aren’t real, and that I am a liar, and that the moon is made of cheese, than it is to admit that everything you believe about the world is wrong.
for she cannot change minds as willfully opaque as a black marble floor. They will only reflect what’s already there. False light and ancient bones.
Sometimes, when your life is wheels within wheels, you can take a wrong step and get ground up in the slow churn of the gears.
“It’ll be heavy,” Carson pointed out. But Xenocrates didn’t seem concerned. “A small matter. It’s not as if I’ll be swimming in it.”
The young man who had been Carson Lusk smiled. Great things, indeed. The world had no idea what it was in for.
“Art is holding your heart in your hand and trying to figure out how the hell it got there,”
History was just one peculiar habit abandoned for the next.
If you had all the time in the world to learn whatever you wanted—and people now did—did knowledge lose its meaning? And if everything was now just for fun, was anything for serious?
who have drawn the enmity of your colleagues by choosing against all common sense to do what’s difficult rather than what’s expedient. You, who fight a noble battle to hold on to something that may already be lost.
Even little jokes could become history if you kept them going long enough.
Do not be afraid of death, Morty once read, for is it not simply the same void from whence we first emerged?
The idea felt both like a void and a banquet, nothing and everything.
they knew that even more terrifying than death was the fear of it.
What do I do with my brief time on Earth?—with another equally impossible one: What do I do with more time than I’ll ever need?
it had no answers, only questions. Coming to a museum for answers was like asking a river to hold still for your reflection.
If there’s one thing losing my husband taught me, it’s that everything can—and will—change in an instant. People, truths, whole realities. The trick is deciding if a certain change is good, or bad, or some other thing we don’t yet have words for.”
“She said her life was completed,” Trina said. “That’s something that none of us will ever experience. Even if we’re gleaned someday, it won’t be the same, because we weren’t born mortal. From this moment on, no one will ever know what it feels like to be complete.”
Loneliness is a relative term.
but once rot takes root, it festers.
One does what one has to do for the greater good.
A pawn can be as valuable as a knight in the right circumstance.
