Bastion Quotes

“trying to suck sand up through a straw.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“He hobbled across half the room to loom over her. “I won’t let people discard me like trash. I won’t let them decide my worth. I won’t watch as they do it to others, or pull them into these rotten systems while they don’t know any better. I’ll fight!” And blinded by his fury, he hammered the base of his fist into the wall. Pain lanced up his forearm, sprang bright across his wrist. Grimacing, he shoved his hand into his armpit.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“One day I’m sure you’ll be in a position to help another. You are not your circumstances.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“The masochist says hurt me, and the sadist says no.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“Because acquiring power takes work, Scorio. It takes pain and sacrifice and unyielding resolve. And once people attain as much power as they need to satisfy their inner ambitions, they stop growing.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“Morning, Naomi. All well?” She didn’t hop down from the sill. “Marginally. You look eager.” “That’s because I am.” He allowed her a rakish smile. “I live for apothecary visits. Shall we?” “I thought we might do some meditation practice first,” she said, expression dour, but she wasn’t able to hold it. A smile cracked her facade, and she held up a hand to silence his protest. “I jest. See? I, too, know how to do humor.” “It’s… not… I mean, one doesn’t ‘do’ humor…” Naomi arched an eyebrow. “I mean, you’re doing it perfectly,” said Scorio. “Ha! See? That was a laugh. Now, shall we?”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“What, then, is better than training?” she asked. He blinked a drop of sweat out of his eye. “A real fight?” She nodded. “And if that is the best way to advance, why bother with training?” For a moment he couldn’t figure out why. “Because,” she said, smile cold and cutting, “you must fight a superior opponent to benefit. And in a real fight, that’ll mean your death.” And with that, she stood up and backed away.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“Scorio awoke to a boot nudging him in the ribs. “Wake up, stinky stranger, your food’s getting cold.” Bleary-eyed, he sat up, He felt as if half his joints had calcified, and a good part of his musculature cramped up for good measure. “Ow. That stone floor’s hard.” “You figure that out all by yourself?” Helena crouched down before him, hands dangling between her knees, her expression somewhere between sympathetic and contemptuous. “Pretty impressive. There’s hope for you yet.”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion

“Lianshi grasped after Asha’s hand, as if it were a bar of soap slipping from her fingers,”
― Phil Tucker, Bastion