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  • #1
    R.F. Kuang
    “War doesn't determine who's right. War determines who remains.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War
    tags: war

  • #2
    R.F. Kuang
    “I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #3
    R.F. Kuang
    “Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #4
    R.F. Kuang
    “Children ceased to be children when you put a sword in their hands. When you taught them to fight a war, then you armed them and put them on the front lines, they were not children anymore. They were soldiers.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War
    tags: war

  • #5
    R.F. Kuang
    “Ruin me, ruin us, and I’ll let you.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #6
    R.F. Kuang
    “They were monsters!" Rin shrieked. "They were not human!"

    "Have you ever considered" he said slowly "that that was exactly what they thought of us?”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #7
    R.F. Kuang
    “Take what you want. I’ll hate you for it. But I’ll love you forever. I can’t help but love you.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #8
    R.F. Kuang
    “Oh, but history moved in such vicious circles.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #9
    R.F. Kuang
    “We aren’t here to be sophisticated. We’re here to fuck people up.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #10
    R.F. Kuang
    “I don't love you. And I can kill anything.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #11
    R.F. Kuang
    “You humans always think you’re destined for things, for tragedy or for greatness. Destiny is a myth. Destiny is the only myth. The gods choose nothing. You chose.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #12
    R.F. Kuang
    “Great danger is always associated with great power. The difference between the great and the mediocre is that the great are willing to take the risk.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #13
    R.F. Kuang
    “She was a goddess. She was a monster. She‘d nearly destroyed this country. And then she‘d given it one last, gasping chance to live.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #14
    R.F. Kuang
    “People will seek to use you or destroy you. If you want to live, you must pick a side. So do not shirk from war, child. Do not flinch from suffering. When you hear screaming, run toward it.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #15
    R.F. Kuang
    “Between us, we have the fire and the water. I'm quite sure that together, we can take on the wind.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #16
    R.F. Kuang
    “The point of revenge wasn’t to heal. The point was that the exhilaration, however temporary, drowned out the hurt.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #17
    R.F. Kuang
    “Well, fuck the heavenly order of things. If getting married to a gross old man was her preordained role on this earth, then Rin was determined to rewrite it.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #18
    R.F. Kuang
    “She liked listening to Nezha talk. He was so hopeful, so optimistic, and so stupid.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #19
    R.F. Kuang
    “She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #20
    R.F. Kuang
    “You don't fix hurts by pretending they never happened. You treat them like infected wounds. You dig deep with a burning knife and gouge out the rotten flesh and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #21
    R.F. Kuang
    “Dying was easy. Living was so much harder—that was the most important lesson Altan had ever taught her.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #22
    R.F. Kuang
    “I am the force of creation, I am
    the end and the beginning. The world is a painting and I hold the brush. I
    am a god.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “When man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #24
    R.F. Kuang
    “Jiang was wrong. She was not dabbling in forces she could not control, for the gods were not dangerous. The gods had no power at all, except what she gave them. The gods could affect the universe only through humans like her. Her destiny had not been written in the stars, or in the registers of the Pantheon. She had made her choices fully and autonomously. And though she called upon the gods to aid her in battle, they were her tools from beginning to end. She was no victim of destiny. She was the last Speerly, commander of the Cike, and a shaman who called the gods to do her bidding. And she would call the gods to do such terrible things.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #25
    R.F. Kuang
    “She saw it in a flash of utter clarity. She knew what she had to do. The only path, the only way forward. And what a familiar path it was. It was so obvious now. The world was a dream of the gods, and the gods dreamed in sequences, in symmetry, in patterns. History repeated itself, and she was only the latest iteration of the same scene in a tapestry that had been spun long before her birth.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #26
    R.F. Kuang
    “He brushed his lips against her forehead as he drove the knife deeper into her back.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #27
    R.F. Kuang
    “But eventually, you'll have to ask yourself precisely what you're fighting for. And you'll have to find a reason to live past vengeance.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #28
    R.F. Kuang
    “He loves her.
    Of this he’s certain.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #29
    R.F. Kuang
    “It doesn’t go away. It never will. But when it hurts, lean into it. It’s so much harder to stay alive. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to live. It means you’re brave.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #30
    R.F. Kuang
    “In all of his worst nightmares, she’s dying. She’s fading away in his arms, helpless and whimpering, while hot, dark blood spills over his fingers.
    This, he tells her.
    He doesn’t tell her that his hand holds the blade.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith



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