Ashes of Man (Sun Eater, #5)
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I had become something else instead, and time moves in but one direction only. Only the past is written.
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She had suffered—not as I had suffered—but in her own way, and suffering is not quantified or measured. It only is.
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“Do you not have your answer a hundred times over?” A brief tremor shook her arm, but she hid it behind her back and shook her head again. “Monsters don’t have doubts.”
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Some ask nothing of us, and so we are nothing to them. But there are those women who ask all of us. Those are the ones worth giving all for.”
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“We humans have lived so long in history, I think, we’ve forgotten that myth is the older, deeper tradition. Perhaps some part of us finds it uncomfortable when those two spheres overlap.”
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One cannot step in the same river twice, and home is not home when you return, for you are not yourself. The man you were yesterday died yesterday, and is only a piece of the man of today, as you will be tomorrow.
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read,” I said, and shrugged. “People always accuse me of wasting my time, but they don’t complain when I have their answers.”
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Growth was life, meant life. Felsenburgh had not charged his creations to protect their dignity, their quality of life. The machines had obeyed, as how could they not? And mankind was nearly destroyed in the name of its own safety. Were it not for the God Emperor, we might have spent eternity as bloated brains in jars, dreaming infinite dreams beneath the watchful eye and ministration of a collection of Cartesian daimons, unable to rise from our comfortable sleep.
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“God does not need us to believe. He does not need us at all. But we each have our part to play in what He intends.”
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The cosmos is not cold or indifferent because we are not indifferent, and we are a part of that cosmos, of that grand order which has dropped from the hand of He who created it. Every decision creates its ripples, every moment burns its mark on time, every action leads us ever nearer to that last day, that final last battle and the answer to that last question: Darkness? Or light?