Tomiétrèla Quotes

“Hands extending, arms elongating, eyes enlarging, and crevices opening. Decaying. Jumping and leaping through each sand body she leaves behind. Ending. Starting. Door. Another Door. Wooden. Number.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“A man arrives in a car, and with his hands, grabs the lions and kicks and punches them, and they turn into butterflies flying in the air. ... The man was silent, unable to speak. Eating the butterflies from the animals he fought.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“You are a Sapien yourself.” Félin replied, quietly, “Do you think because you became enhanced with strength and speed from your second machine heart to pump Therian blood in your veins, and from that your sewn toy head is animate because of that, that you are Therian?”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Demo in democracy means nothing, as demo can mean people, public, or state.” The cat continued, “Democracy is just a system of power and oppression. All power becomes oligarchy or ochlocracy. Charles wanted a republic, not a democracy. He wanted a system that guarantees voting and communal servitude between the state and people. There was no power but social contract. But you wanted power compared to strength.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“The cat, who was blindfolded, said, whispering, “You killed Antoine to seize power, Renard. Thus is democracy. I have no voice, word, thought.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“No, you two always get in the way of my brilliance,” the Chrome man said to himself, looking at his wife and daughter, stabbing the heart in the center of the table with a fork. “I have no human heart anymore, and you cannot torture me.”
Hubert cut the heart, filleting it, yet there was no blood or Chrome liquid; it was empty.
Then, Hubert threw the heart at the wall, but it returned to the table like it was not cut at all.
Then the room became dark, and Hubert’s face dishevels, and he drinks more tea. There is one dim light in the room as he does so, with his face toward the table.
Sennin appeared only to Dorothy’s eye, saying, “See how discontent in one room brings ruin?”
Dorothy replied as she approached the next door, gentle and softly, “More like blissful delusion.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“397. Dorothy walked into a room that was a grand theatre with red satin curtains. A shadow play began. There were four paper puppets, and a paper wizard came in.
“There is an eternal game you four have to play for eternity,” the wizard said. “I have one million Francs to give for eternity. You four have to come to an agreement.”
“You have these options,” the wizard continued. “If all of you choose to take all the Francs, all of you get none of the Francs. If all of you choose not to take all the Francs, all of you get an integrated distribution of the Francs based on what you labor on and how long you labor. If one of you chooses to take all of the Francs and the others not, that one gets ten thousand Francs and the other three nine hundred and ninety thousand Francs. If three of the four choose to take the Francs, three receive ten thousand Francs collectively, and the one receives nine hundred and ninety thousand Francs. If two of the four choose to take the Francs, the two who take will receive one hundred thousand Francs; the others who do not take will receive nine hundred thousand Francs.”
The puppets contemplate and discuss with one another, and all choose not to take all the Francs for eternity, as there is no gain in receiving static amounts of Francs for their labor.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Look at you, young miss Dorothy,” Sennin said, hissing, “You are rotting almost completely. Limping and stumbling with each step.”
Sennin slithers to Dorothy, going by her shoulder, “Please, go back to your room.”
Dorothy has a frown, but because she is focused on the next door. Limping through it.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Dorothy walks into the next door saying, “Why choose a power fantasy if it just is a pain you are disguising as truth? Such is all futile attempts of power.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“416. Dorothy straggled into a room and saw a block rotating like a three-dimensional phenakistiscope, but every motion was not predetermined. There were three pancake men in a house made of bread and a roof of bacon. A magical wolf came and told them that for “Every day for eternity, I will eat you, but there is a catch.” The wolf continued, “If you all spare each other, I will only eat one of your limbs, and you three will not be eaten that day. If two of you spare each other and one chooses to sacrifice, the sacrificer will be eaten. If two choose to sacrifice and one chooses to spare, the two sacrificers will be eaten. If three of you choose to sacrifice each other, all of you will be eaten.” After much thought, the pancake men chose to sacrifice each other for eternity.
Dorothy grins as she went to the next door.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Ianus is on a gate with his two faces, one young and the other old, seeing the beginning and the end, yet conformed to a gate upon the spring grass.
Dorothy chuckles as she walks, limping through the gate, “Seeing the beginning and the end, but you are confined to a gate. Finite in your knowledge of deeper aspects of the beginning and the end.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“I am no longer a mirror of anything,” Dorothy said, with a high-pitched chuckle. “I see, I learn, I consume, no reflection of anything.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Why not have safety from this petrification?” Sennin expressed, “Why go out and become sand and die?”
Dorothy grabs her arm with her right arm and pulls her arm back. Sennin sees the rot up to her neck.
Dorothy said, “Those who sacrifice liberty for security will ultimately sacrifice both liberty and security.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Anything that is a lie, giving you bliss, is not happiness,” Dorothy says, jumping toward the moon. “True happiness comes from having the wisdom of who we are meant to be in his world.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“So, why do you really want to be back in the Real World?” he asked.
“Because I prefer Reality over a blissful or a painful delusion,” Dorothy replied.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla

“Dorothy ran through the door with her left hand, starting to rot.”
― Kolter Sands, Tomiétrèla