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Gather close, and let us speak of nasty little shits.

“It’s against the law to look in someone else’s bag.”

“Swamp law. Does this look like a swamp?”

The would-be usurper knelt beside him, headless in sour symbolism. But it was a complicated, messy symbol. And he could find for himself but one truth in all of this.

Heads roll downhill.

Gods, I am so glad I am not you

Me too

What?

I’d have orange eyes and that’d be awful because then we’d both have orange eyes so looking at each other would be like looking at yourself, which I have to do all the time anyway but imagine double that? No thanks, is what I say

Is that what you say?

I just said it, didn’t I?

I don’t know. I don’t know what you just said, Scorch, and that’s the truth

“Kruppe is generous enough this morning to disregard dubious observation regarding his eating habits and the habits of his orifices.”

This book is blowing me away

Was the ephemeral visage of civilization reason for fear? Or, perhaps, relief? That all victories were ultimately transitory in the face of patient nature might well be cause for optimism. No wound was too deep to heal. No outrage too horrendous to one day be irrelevant.

Aagh! This is vegetable! Disgusting!

“Better a bruise than a chopped off head”

“I took the stone bowl
in both hands
and poured out my time
onto the ground
drowning hapless insects
feeding the weeds
until the sun stood
looking down
and stole the stain.

Seeing in the vessel's cup
a thousand cracks
I looked back
the way I came
and saw a trail green
with memories lost
whoever made this bowl
was a fool but the greater
he who carried it.”

Ublala Pung 🤝🤝🤝 Karsa Orlong crossover arc

Erikson is dropping another banger

Ignoring him, she stepped back out of the ellipse and began singing in the Woman’s Language, which was, of course, unintelligible to Iskaral’s ears. Just as the Man’s Language—which Mogora called gibberish—was beyond her ability to reason. The reason for that, Iskaral Pust knew, was that the Man’s Language _was_ gibberish, designed specifically to confound women.

This book is wrecking my sleep schedule

“There is nothing wrong with where we are, how we are. You spit on satisfaction, leaving you always unsettled and miserable. We see the cruelty in your so called progress. Slaves, children in chains, a thousand lies to make one person better than the next, a thousand lies telling you this is how things should be, and there’s no stopping it. Madness called sanity, slavery called freedom. I am done talking now.”

“Our civilization thrives on stupidity . And it only took a sliver of cleverness to tap that idiot vein and drink deep of the riches. Comforting, if slightly depressing. The way of most grim truths.”

‘There’s little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious weed, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself.’
‘With words.’
‘Indeed, with words.’

Witness!

This shit is absolutely crazy

“Dear man,” Gumble sighed, “I am a toad”

Incredible

“Carelessly constructed, Kruppe allows, yet none if you have ever seen Kruppe dance! He glides like an unbroken egg on a greased skillet”

“Kruppe denies the existence of elusive complexity regarding self, worrisome wizard. Simplicity is Kruppe’s mistress - in joyful conspiracy with his dear wife, Truth, of course. Long and loyal in allegiance, this happy threesome —“

There are dinosaurs here??

“Kruppe and the truth are lifelong partners, friend Coll! Indeed, wedded bliss - we only yesterday celebrated our fortieth anniversary, the mistress of veracity and I.”

This is going to be a romp