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“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Le seul moyen d'affronter un monde sans liberté est de devenir si absolument libre qu'on fasse de sa propre existence un acte de révolte. ”
― Albert Camus, The Rebel

“For the rest of the earth’s organisms, existence is relatively uncomplicated. Their lives are about three things: survival, reproduction, death—and nothing else. But we know too much to content ourselves with surviving, reproducing, dying—and nothing else. We know we are alive and know we will die. We also know we will suffer during our lives before suffering—slowly or quickly—as we draw near to death. This is the knowledge we “enjoy” as the most intelligent organisms to gush from the womb of nature. And being so, we feel shortchanged if there is nothing else for us than to survive, reproduce, and die. We want there to be more to it than that, or to think there is. This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.”
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

“I wanted to do things to Richard that would make the sun grow cold with horror.”
― Thomas Ligotti, My Work is Not Yet Done: Three Tales of Corporate Horror

“Todo, en aquellos años, era distinto; hasta el sabor del sueño (yo, quizá, nunca fui plenamente feliz, pero es sabido que la desventura requiere paraísos perdidos.) No hay hombre que no aspire a la plentiud, es decir a la suma de experiencias de que un hombre es capaz. No hay hombre que no tema ser defraudado de alguna parte de ese patrimonio infinito.”
― Borges, Jorge

“Creo que era el ser más triste que he conocido en mi vida, y aún así la palabra tristeza me parece demasiado suave; más bien debería decir que había en él algo destruido, completamente arrasado. Siempre tuve la impresión de que la vida era una carga para él, que ya no sentía el menor vínculo con ninguna cosa viva. Creo que resistió justo el tiempo necesario para acabar sus trabajos, y que ninguno de nosotros puede siquiera imaginar el esfuerzo que eso le constó”
― Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles

“Algunos seres viven hasta los setenta o incluso los ochenta años pensando que siempre hay algo nuevo, que la aventura está, como suele decirse, a la vuelta de la esquina; prácticamente hay que matarlos o por lo menos reducirlos a un estado de invalidez muy avanzado para que entren en razón. No era el caso de Michel Djerzinski. Había vivido su vida humana solo, en un vacío sideral. Había contribuido al progreso del conocimiento; era su vocación, era la manera que había encontrado para expresar sus dones naturales; pero no había conocido el amor”
― Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles

“We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world. The lives that you admire, the attitudes that seem noble to you, have not been shaped by a paterfamilias or a schoolmaster, they have sprung from very different beginnings, having been influenced by evil or commonplace that prevailed round them. They represent a struggle and a victory.”
― Marcel Proust

“The problem with a person with a lack of love is that they don't know what it looks like. So it's easy for them to get tricked, to see things that aren't there. But then I guess we all lie to ourselves all the time.”
― Charles Forsman, The End of the Fucking World

“I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself...My good opinion once lost is lost forever. - Fitzwilliam Darcy”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Show me a living soul that believes that he has choice in anything, and I will show you the universe’s greatest fool.”
― John French, Ahriman: Unchanged

“He opened his eyes to the real world. Everything was moving with the slowness of a broken pict screen. Around him the Exiles of the Thousand Sons stood in the ruins of Tizca. Above him lights swelled within the storm cloud as the shells fell from the heavens.
He reached up to his chest. The cracked back of a jade scarab found his fingers. His mind was suddenly empty, suddenly still. He felt the stone of the jade scarab. It was warm to his touch, just as it had been before, when Prospero had died under the axes of the Wolves. He knew that perhaps he alone of his brothers had kept that broken memento of their first flight from Prospero. Then it had unified the Legion, as Magnus had given the last of his power to save those who survived.
Now, Ahriman did not need it to draw his brothers together. They were him and he was them. But the scarab mattered. It was not a connection to his brothers. It was a connection to the past, a connection to that first journey across space and time, a connection to the bridge that Magnus had created between Prospero and their refuge in the Eye. A key to opening that way again.
You cannot step in the same river twice, he thought, the ancient words rising unbidden to his mind. Above him tears of flame fell from the frozen sky.
For it is not the same river.
He gripped the scarab and closed his eyes.
And you are not the same man.”
― John French, Ahriman: Unchanged

“Achilles glared at him and answered, "Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall”
― Homer, The Iliad