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Ugfuck's smell is an insult to the earth. 😆

Our greatest triumphs and fallacies often linger.

"The arm of Attukhan's Quim. Cunt of Attukhan. Attukhunt."

Zirco won't be pleased after listening to this chatter of mongrels. 😂

Seek potential allies and you shall find the most grievous of your future foes.

Often the best scheme is none at all.

Here, faith was better placed in a strong mount, a loaded stockbow and a few solid companions.

When you acknowledge that you're nervous, the nervousness actually decreases.

"When Gary (Kirsten) and I left three years later, we found that our biggest innovations weren't the new stuff we had brought in, but the old things we had stopped doing because they were no longer relevant."

People leave bosses, not companies.

The Ingonyama had no shield and was holding his great sword in both hands. He swung for Tau, but he was no horned demon bred in the underworld, and fast as he was, strong as he was, empowered as he was, he was just a man. He’d lived only one life, and Tau had suffered through thousands.

The things worth fighting for die in darkness if we’ll only defend them in the sun.

Lady Gifted, as far as I know, the only path to becoming what others cannot is to suffer what others will not.

Tau blinked slowly, both acknowledging her words and wanting better for her than what was. She reminded him of his half sister. Well, she reminded him of Jelani on Jelani’s good days. 😄

Rage reaches into the world when we can no longer contain the hurt of being treated as if our life and loves do not matter. Rage, and its consequences, are what we get when the world refuses to change for anything less.

“I miss it,” said Themba.
“What?”
“On marches like this, he’d always be coughing.” “Chinedu?”
“I miss it, you know? I miss him coughing. It’s stupid, neh?” 😥

“Do you remember the man you killed there? You should, because he’s the reason this night is your last.”

I am speechless and lost for words.

Daaso was safe. She kept running. Daaso Headtaker feared no man, but she knew the truth. Two Swords was not a man. 😈

His edge didn’t come from his body or blood. It didn’t come from gifts. It was that he desired mastery more than he desired breath. It was that he wanted revenge more than he wanted to live. It was that his father’s life had mattered every bit as much as the lives of Nobles, and though they didn’t believe that yet, they would.

His training consumed him. His dedication was absolute, and the hardest fights were not with the other men. They were with himself.

Life is nothing more than moments in time. To achieve greatness, you have to give up those moments. You have to give your life to your goal.

I’d rather live with a thing done poorly than do nothing and always wonder how things could have been.

We have our stories. Denial is fruitless. If one of our memories fails, the rest of us will pool ours together. We’re witnesses to one another’s triumphs and destruction. We’re eager to reminisce, though we each have our own version of events.

Stay somewhere long enough, it becomes your world.

She was the only one who would understand. She knew what it was like to feel so lonely you could die. I wouldn’t have to explain it to her, or how being in this city of millions of people was worse than being alone in my apartment.

The typical sports-fan in Patna was the pan or bidi seller and the cycle-rickshaw puller; to them, a sweaty footballer was many times more glamorous than a sweatered cricketer.

‘I just don’t understand life,’ sulked Nora.
‘You don’t have to understand life. You just have to live it.’

And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and to other versions of ourselves, when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad.

It is not a library of corpses. It is a library of possibility. And death is the opposite of possibility.

'Want,’ she told her, in a measured tone, ‘is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely. Maybe you have a lack problem rather than a want problem.'

A person was like a city. You couldn’t let a few less desirable parts put you off the whole. There may be bits you don’t like, a few dodgy side streets and suburbs, but the good stuff makes it worthwhile.