“I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.”
“Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] We don't get an endless number of orbits away from the place where meaning first arises, that treasure-house of first experiences. What we learn, instead, is that our adventures secure us in our isolation. Experience revokes our licence to return to simpler times. Sooner or later, there's no place remotely like home.”
“They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.”
“There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.”
“Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.”
“Of course. You get everything from books.”
“Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...”
“She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.”
“What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia. Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing.”
“The world rarely shrieks its meaning at you. It whispers, in private languages and obscure modalities, in arcane and quixotic imagery, through symbol systems in which every element has multiple meanings determined by juxtaposition.”
“The further on we go, the more meaning there is, but the less articulable. You live your life and the older you get- the more specifically you harvest- the more precious becomes every ounce and spasm. Your life and times don’t drain of meaning because they become more contradictory, ornamented by paradox, inexplicable. The less explicable, the more meaning. The less like a mathematics equation (a sum game); the more like music (significant secret).”
“The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.”
“O beautiful, to make escape
And leave this world behind.
Had I to stay another day
I'd lose my fucking mind...”
“Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.”
“When you get right down to it, every collection of letters is a magic spell, even it it's a moronic proclamation ... Words have their impact, girl. Mind your manners. I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.”
“To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.”
“[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?"
"You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]”
“It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.”
“This is what fun is like," said Rain, almost to herself.”
“Every choice brings wisdom in its wake. If you got to have the wisdom first, it wouldn't be a choice--just policy”
“As years pass, and the abundance of the future is depleted, the crux of old mistakes and the cost of old choices are ever recalibrated. Resentment, the interest in umbrage derived from being wronged, is computed minute by minute, savagely, however you try to ignore it.”
“I never talk about the end game." He winked at her. "I've lived so long without death that I've stopped believing in it.”
“It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.”
“...Where shall I say you've gone?"
She threw an arm about airily. "Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.”
“Is that, in the end - that capacity to hurt - the most essential ingredient for a ruler?”
“Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I think... that your own devotion to your familiar homeland should inspire you to allow other people to embrace their homelands as beautiful too.”
“In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for military information that might come in handy to the resistance, and in so doing she'd come across a rum variety of human types.”
“. . . this girl who seemed, increasingly, to be interested in learning to read everything except how human beings talked to one another.”
“My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.”
“The mister days that letters are the key, but even when you know the whole family, there's so many combinations you can make. And they break their word.”
“When they coughed, they coughed like people accustomed to be forgotten on doorsteps and in draughty passages, waiting for answers to letters in faded ink . . .”
“This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.”
“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.”
“When one has little faith, one must survive from day to day signs-”
“When in doubt, I always say, wear black. You can never go wrong with black.”
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