As I continued through the streets, through the smoke of the burnings and the rubble of the fires and explosions--for during the chaos of the quarantine parts of the city had become something like war zones--my heart began to perceive that there was a wound in the material world that no amount of science could heal, that in fact science itself was only the helpful lie told to a dying man.
Tad WilliamsPero... ¿Habría amor en un mundo semejante, Simón? ¿Existirían la belleza y el encanto, sin nada feo con que compararlos? ¿Qué sería un mundo sin sorpresas?
Tad WilliamsTag: a-través-del-nido-de-ghants
What does that mean, 'real'? Amn't I real, you? If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you piss me off, will I not kick you up the arse?
Tad WilliamsMusic really did mean something to him, he realized, and it always had. It called to him, although there were no words to describe what it promised. It was like a secret language he never forgot how to speak, a hometown he could always return to when he tired of what life was throwing at him.
Tad WilliamsIm Schlamm fing es an, wie so vieles.
Tad WilliamsIf we do not reach our hands will always be empty.
Tad WilliamsExperience came easily enough, learning how not to suffer would have proved much more practical.
Tad WilliamsWhy were men so caught up with their honor, their solemn word, their promises?
Half the time the promises were never asked of them in the first place.
And yet the wars that were fought over such things, the hearts broken and the lands ruined..!
I thought... I thought you might..."
"Help you? By my grove, I am helping you. You're not starving anymore, are you?
You are only a prisoner when you surrender.
Tad WilliamsTag: hope determination surrender prisoner
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