My Sweet Satan Quotes

“It’s not pride that stops men from asking for help. It’s that they don’t want to shatter the illusion that everything’s the same as it has always been. Blind zeal, that’s what it was, not pride.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“No one wants to die,” Nadir replied. “But everyone will. For the most part, we ignore our finite existence, pretending there are more important concerns—paying the mortgage, saving for a new car, looking for a new job, but really these are distractions. Nothing compares to the privilege of life and the travesty of death. “Once you accept that everyone dies, then it matters not that you die but rather what you do with your life. The joy of life is to bring light into the world.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“We have a proverb in Russia: Ten thousand generations have led down to us. Ten thousand will stem from us. You see, we are never alone. When we were born, we were surrounded by those that love us. We live our lives as one among eight billion souls. Even in death, we are not alone. We leave footprints in the hearts of others.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“We owe Earth a chance. Even if it costs us our lives.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Your pee will turn bright green but don’t worry about that. It’s just the nanobots passing from your system.” “Delightful,” Jasmine replied.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“She and Mike had been dating since December, having met in Huntsville, Alabama at Space Camp the previous year where he was working as an instructor. They”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Ten thousand generations have led down to us. Ten thousand will stem from us. You see, we are never alone. When we were born, we were surrounded by those that love us. We live our lives as one among eight billion souls. Even in death, we are not alone. We leave footprints in the hearts of others.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“In Russia, we say—even the coldest winter has to thaw. All sorrow comes to an end. There is always a spring. There is always a summer.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“the obsession with correcting problems was a shallow, hollow bluff.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Jason was the only person she felt she could trust.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“A team of scientists that have dedicated decades to the pursuit of reason and space exploration? Or a populist president concerned about ratings and pleasing lobby groups? Whose judgment are you going to trust?”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Life is its own justification. Life doesn’t need heroic acts to be meaningful.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Legs only seemed to get in the way in space, thought Jasmine. On Earth, legs were vital for motion. In space, they were largely redundant, dragging behind the body. Hands were far more useful, she decided, and she could see how they allowed Mike to move with a fine degree of precision. Watching him, her concern faded. Mike seemed entirely normal.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“If there was one thing to be said about life in free fall, it was that it was easy to get dressed.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“For a second, she felt as though she were completely stationary and it was the walls of the spaceship that were in motion, moving slowly past her like a train pulling out of a station.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Aaaaaaaa Sssssssss Oooooo... Here's sss to my sweet Satan.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Once you accept that everyone dies, then it matters not that you die but rather what you do with your life. The joy of life is to bring light into the world.” Jasmine”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“You’ve only seen one of these images each morning in the mirror. The other is alien to you, but familiar to us. Funny, huh? How something so simple can have such an influence on your outlook in life.” “I’ve always hated photos of myself,” Jasmine said. “Hold the next one up to a mirror,” Jason replied. “You’ll like what you see.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“You only ever see yourself in a reflection. You never see yourself for who you really are.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“In Russia, they teach every school kid about the Battle of Stalingrad. Every child knows the story. One rifle between five soldiers as they charged the German lines. So long as one soldier was left to pull the trigger, losses didn’t matter. At Stalingrad, the peasants bought time for everyone else, and not just for Mother Russia, for the English and the Americans. Without Stalingrad, Hitler’s armies would have remained at strength and continued to ravage Europe.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“To be naked is to be exposed,” she said. “We’re vulnerable. We're born naked. We spend our lives hiding from ourselves and from others behind thin sheets of cotton and wool cleverly sewn into clothes. We try to fool ourselves into thinking we're something we're not. A suit makes us feel important, a dress pretty, a grungy old T-shirt relaxed, but they're masks, illusions we desperately want to believe in to avoid the harsh reality, that there’s nowhere to hide.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“You see the problem is us—our perception. We simply cannot conceive how anyone could rape and kill a teenage boy, or strangle a woman and cut her into tiny pieces, and yet that's exactly what these monsters did. For those of us with a sound mind, there has to be something else at work. And so we come up with Satan, Lucifer, the Devil. As if the notion of some external evil spirit excuses them from their villainy. I think they have no such excuse. We should not give them any place to hide. “We personify evil. We turn evil into a devil, but there's no such creature as Baal or Beelzebub. There's just us. This universe is what we make of it. We have to make this world better in spite of the Dahmers and the Gacys. “Never forget, these monsters had mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters who loved them, who cried when they went to the electric chair. They grew up just like we did, laughing at the same movies, kicking a soccer ball around in the park and throwing a Frisbee for the family dog. And yet somewhere along the line, the wheels fell off the train. At some point, rage or jealousy, lust or envy got the better of them. They wanted power. They wanted control. They succumbed to their own base desires, not those of some mythical demigod rising out of the fires of Hades.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan

“Reality was an illusion of perspective.”
― Peter Cawdron, My Sweet Satan