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“There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extrovert.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Liars make the best promises.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Wise men read books about history. Strong men write them.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“He always thinks because I’m reading, I’m not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“A fool pulls the leaves. A brute chops the trunk. A sage digs the roots.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Tradition is the crown of the tyrant.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Omnis vir lupus.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“You do not follow me because I am the strongest. Pax is. You do not follow me because I am the brightest. Mustang is. You follow me because you do not know where you are going. I do.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Funny thing, watching gods realize they’ve been mortal all along.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“I am the Reaper and death is my shadow.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Promises are just chains," she rasps. "Both are meant for breaking.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“I live for you,” I say sadly. She kisses my cheek. “Then you must live for more.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“A man thinks he can fly, but he is afraid to jump. A poor friend pushes him from behind.” He looks up at me. “A good friend jumps with.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Forget a man’s name and he’ll forgive you. Remember it, and he’ll defend you forever.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Shit escalates”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“For those who dine with war and empire, the bill always comes at the end.”
― Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Winter is coming.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“If I look back I am lost.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
― George R.R. Martin

“But in the kingdom of death, amidst ramparts of bodies and wind all of screams, there is a king, and his name is not Lune. It is Reaper.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.”
― Oscar Wilde

“But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they’re doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don’t want to. Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas – none of them bother me. I don’t care what banner they raise. But what I can’t stand are hollow people. [...]
Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe. Of course it's important to know what’s right and what’s wrong. Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form, and continue to thrive.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights