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"I had Rosie pen a letter to Ailsa's father, who had done me the great honour of allowing me to call him Sasura." 😂

Peter McLean had used a Bhojpuri word with exact same meaning.

"Respect. Power. Authority. These are the levers that move me."

One murder can change the fate of the nation.

Never make a threat you aren’t at least halfway sure you’ll carry through on.

“Promises are like flowers,” said Isern, stretching her arms wide. “Often given, rarely kept.”

Fighting every fight you’re offered doesn’t make you a big man, it makes you a fool.

Strange, in a way, for men who’d been fixed on killing each other a few hours before to be happily mingling, stamping and blowing and polishing their shield-rims, mulling over fights long past, the fight just done and the fight to come. But then warriors on different sides always had more in common with each other than with anyone else.

Strange, in a way, for men who’d been fixed on killing each other a few hours before to be happily mingling, stamping and blowing and polishing their shield-rims, mulling over fights long past, the fight just done and the fight to come. But then warriors on different sides always had more in common with each other than with anyone else.

It is often the doom of men blessed with greatness that they are cursed with short memories.

Finree often spoke about forging stronger connections between the Union and the North but she doubted Rikke fucking her son was quite what she’d had in mind. 😂

One man's mad is another's perspective...

Aye, well, one person's mad is another's remarkable.

All he knew now was that remorse had a natural limit. After a certain amount of time, it finished eating a person hollow and had to alchemize into anger that could be turned outward lest it consume its host entirely.

It's not true that dead don't care, Shae thought. You owe the dead.

To most people in Janloon, clan war was like the typhoon outside: a force of nature, something to hide from, endure, bemoan, and remark upon, the deadly toll inevitable and later to be tallied.

Janloon was a study in contradictions that could befuddle even someone born there: a bubbling, dirty stew and a modern, glamorous metropolis at the same time, a place overly conscious of trying to be a world-class city, despite being at its core a system of clan fiefdoms.

Lan had concluded long ago that there was little he could say or do if his younger siblings were determined to be cruel to each other.

Today we have chosen to stay mired in a dream world of non-violence and ahimsa,when the world around us grows more violent by the day. For a country that has been invaded, subjugated, destroyed, looted and raped for 10 centuries, non-violence is a manifestation of abject cowardice masquerading as high principle.

If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us, he said, then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.

Most people have more needs than wants. That's why they live the lives they do. But the world is run by those whose wants outstrip their needs.

An acquaintance had once remarked that if he ever quit smoking, he'd remember the last one better than all the rest.

Friends, Casper observed, are the envy of the angels.

Destiny is bullshit.
Your life only looks like fate when you see it in reverse.

It has been written that when one contends with monsters, one risks becoming a monster. This is not true.
The true risk is that one might discover the monster one has always been.

Most people will believe any tale, no matter how silly, unlikely, or outrageous, so long as it agrees with stories they were told as children.

"A religion that teaches you God is something outside the world—something separate from everything you see, smell, taste, touch, and hear—is nothing but a cheap hustle." Bingo!

On the one hand, it creates empires, dams rivers, builds cities—on the other, it clear-cuts forests, sets fires, poisons wetlands. It gives us vandalism: the quintessentially human joy of breaking things.
Some will say that this is only human nature.
To which I respond: Yes, it is. But we must wonder why it is.

Sometimes I have trouble remembering that you lost, and I won.

“The problem with happy endings,” Tan’elKoth said, “is that nothing is ever truly over.”

Duncan liked to observe, with Thomas Paine, that virtue is not hereditary; no more so would be its opposite.
Madness, on the other hand, runs in families