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“Steve sighed, wishing for a cigarette. “The Buddha teaches respect for all life.” “Oh.” She considered this. “Are you a Buddhist?” “No. I’m an asshole. But I keep trying.”
Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char
“Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it.”
Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char
“Erwin gave no fucks.”
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“The only real escape from hell is to conquer it.”
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tags: hell
“Your affection is not meaningless to me, puny one. I shall devour you another day.”
Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char
“Buddhism, he thought, is a clean religion. You never heard about how eight people—two of them children—just got blown the fuck up as part of the long-standing conflict between Buddhists and whoever.”
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“That’s the risk in working to be a dangerous person,” she said. “There’s always the chance you’ll run into someone who’s better at it than you.”
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“Carolyn – I need you to go back into America. We need an innocent heart. We will offer it to Nobununga when he arrives. Do you think you can handle that?”
“An innocent heart? In America?” She hesitated.”
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“It’s the notion that the universe is structured in such a way that no matter how many mysteries you solve, there is always a deeper mystery behind it.”
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“How, he wondered, did humanity ever get along without duct tape?”
Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char
“As illustrated in any number of footnotes, men are almost always 50 to 60 percent dumber in matters involving their crotch.”
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“Steve looked through the scope. The house was quiet now. Thin trickles of smoke leaked from the windows. As he watched, Mrs McGillicutty staggered outside. She was bloody and dazed, but very much alive. “Hey, there’s the old lady! What’s that she’s holding?”
Carolyn took the scope and looked for herself, then handed it back. “Muffins. She’s got muffins.”
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“Some people have an enormous capacity for feeling guilt, deserved or otherwise.”
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“Aren’t you violating the building codes? Or the laws of physics?”
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“OK, think of it this way. Do you know how microwaves work?”
“No.”
“It’s based on microwaves.”
“Oh, wait. I just remembered. I do know how microwaves work, and what you’re saying is bullshit.”
“Fine. It isn’t microwaves.”
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“Are you a Buddhist?"
"No, I'm an asshole. But I keep trying.”
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Thwarted by technobabble.
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“I was just wondering why you did that. Pretend to be a dipshit, I mean.” The president grinned. “Prolly the same fuckin’ reason you do.”
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“He understood, I think. The only real escape from hell is to conquer it.”
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“We’re still waiting on the lab work.”
“It was a shotgun what did it, though. The same one?”
Dorn popped an eyebrow. “Good eye. You in forensics?”
“Not really.” He had killed a lot of people with shotguns.”
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“Steve didn’t like the stairs. It bothered him that they hung in midair, unsupported. Steve said this “weirded him out."

This wasn’t surprising. The list of things that Steve found objectionable was long and growing. It included the Library itself (“How can the furniture hang on the ceiling like that? It’s creepy.”); the jade floor (“Jade isn’t supposed to glow.”); the apothecary (“What the hell is that thing? I’m out of here.”); the armory (David’s trophies made him throw up); the Pelapi language (“It sounds like cats fighting”); her robes (“Did you borrow those from Death?” She hadn’t.); and, of course, Carolyn herself.”
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“As the days and weeks and seasons wore on he found himself repeating this nothing, not wanting to. Gradually he came to understand that this particular nothing was all that he could really say now. He chanted it to himself in cell blocks and dingy apartments, recited it like a litany, ripped himself to rags against the sharp and ugly poetry of it. It echoed down the grimy hallways and squandered moments of his life, the answer to every question, the lyric of all songs.”
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“One such was the notion of uzan-iya,
which was what they called the moment when an innocent heart first contemplated the act of murder. To the Atul, the crime itself was secondary to this initial corruption.”
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“She will warm herself on the memory of you when there is nothing else, and be sustained.”
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“No real thing can be so perfect as memory, and she will need a perfect thing if she is to survive. She will warm herself on the memory of you when there is nothing else, and be sustained.” Rubbing”
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“I’m making progress.” He turned and rumbled to Naga in the language of the hunt: “Thank you for not eating me today.” Naga’s voice came from the darkness: “Your affection is not meaningless to me, puny one. I shall devour you another day.”
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“Listening to him think out loud was sort of comical, though. He got real excited when it was banana-pudding night in the cafeteria . . .”
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“Stay away from windows. And if you see people with tentacles, stay away. Don’t let them touch you.” Harshen”
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“She knew every word that had ever been spoken, but she could think of nothing to say that might ease his grief.”
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“Erwin especially relished that last phrase. ‘Like we was morons.’ He only trotted it out on special occasions.”
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