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#Steven Erikson quotes
boooklover · 7 months
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“The lesson of history is that no one learns.”
Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates
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the-evil-duckling · 5 months
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A short series of malazan quotes, part 1:
"The flower defies."
Tiste Andii poem, in its entirety.
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malazanquotes · 11 months
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Civilization after civilization, it is the same. The world falls to tyranny with a whisper. The frightened are ever keen to bow to a perceived necessity, in the belief that necessity forces conformity, and conformity a certain stability. In a world shaped into conformity, dissidents stand out, are easily branded and dealt with. There is no multitude of perspectives, no dialogue. The victim assumes the face of the tyrant, self-righteous and intransigent, and wars breed like vermin. And people die.
Midnight Tides, pg 463
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windblownleaf · 1 month
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A man pushed from behind by many hands will go in but one direction, no matter what he wills.
Steven Erikson, Forge of Darkness (The Kharkanas Trilogy #1)
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With another faint, wistful smile, Anomander Rake strode past him.
Whiskeyjack sheathed his bloodied sword, and followed.
He stared at the Tiste Andii's broad back, at the weapon that hung from it. Anomander Rake, how can you bear this burden? This burden that has so thoroughly broken my heart?
But no, that is not what so tears at me.
Lord of Moon's Spawn, you asked me to step aside, and you called it a mercy. I misunderstood you. A mercy, not to the Women of the Dead Seed. But to me. Thus your sorrowed smile when I denied you.
Ah, my friend, I saw only your brutality - and that hurt you.
Better, for us both, had you crossed blades with me.
For us both.
And I - I am not worth such friends. Old man, foolish gestures plague you. Be done with it. Make this your last war.
Make it your last.
Memories of Ice, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #3)
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“If all honest observation ends up sounding critical, is it the honesty you reject, or the act of observation?”
- Steven Erikson
The Crippled God - The Final Tale of the Malazan Book of the Fallen (Sechul Lath - page 617)
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3amomen · 10 days
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My favorite quotes from books
"People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had." A man called Ove by Fredrik Backman
"I wanted to be a cicada. I wanted to pull my skin off and leave it in the bushes and nobody would recognize me, not even my own mother." Bone and All by Camille DeAngelis
"English did not just burrow words from other languages; it was stuffed to the brim with foreign influences, a Frankenstein vernacular and Robin found it incredible, how this country, whose citizens prided themselves so much on being better than the rest of the world, could not make it through an afternoon tea without borrowed goods." Babel by R.F. Kuang
"if he has horns, who's to say he doesn't have hooves?" House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
" 'it's not gentle' he said to me. 'you can see it as whimsical, funny-be tempted to romanticize it- but tourette's comes from deep down in the nervous system and unconscious. It taps into the oldest, strongest feeling we have. Tourette's is like an epilepsy in the subcortex: when it takes over, there's just a thin line of control, a thin line of cortex, between you and it, between you and that raging storm, the blind force of the subcortex. One can see the charming things, the funny things, the creative side of tourette's but there's also a dark side, you fight it all your life." An Anthropologist on Mars by Oliver Sacks
"She swelled with self-indulgent anger, for indeed she saw she was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum much in the same way her son tossed himself to the living room floor, kicking and clawing, injuring himself in the process, and then crying even harder- and she could not, she would not, stop it. It was easier blasting the anger out or turning the anger in, and she wasn't willing to keep it there any longer. She would not shred herself up inside, would not churn her guys into acid, would not grind her teeth in her sleep or cause her neck to go out, for the sake of being civil and mature and understanding and levelheaded." Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder
"Should you ever outrun the guilt within your past, sorceress, you will have to out run your soul. When it finds you again it will kill you."
Gardens of the moon by Steven Erikson
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humbababa · 10 months
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"Did you know that we too left civilization behind? The scribblers were closing in on all their shuffling feet and sloped shoulders, their bloodless lists. Oh, measure it all out! Acceptable levels of misery and suffering!
Acceptable? Who the fuck says Any level is acceptable? What sort of mind thinks like that?"
Karsa grinned, "Why, a civilized one."
"Indeed"
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bartonsedai · 1 year
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Nastiness grows like a cancer in any and every organization - human or otherwise, as you well know. And nastiness gets nastier. Whatever evil you let ride becomes commonplace, eventually. Problem is, it's easier to get used to it than to carve it out.
Deadhouse Gates by Steven Erikson
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sodlanere · 1 year
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Midnight Tides being very subtle
‘I know,’ Hull said. ‘Friend, my people believe in the stacking of coins. One atop another, climbing, ever climbing to glorious heights. The climb signifies progress, and progress is the natural proclivity of civilization. Progress, Binadas, is the belief from which emerges destiny. The Letherii believe in destiny—their own. They are deserving of all things, born of their avowed virtues. The empty throne is ever for the taking.
Kindle location: 5178-5182
Freedom was an altar supplicants struggled to reach all their lives, clawing the smooth floor until until blood splattered the gleaming, flawless stone, yet the truth was it remained fore ever beyond the grasp of mortals. Even as any sacrifice was justified in its gloried name. For all that, she knew that blasfemy was a hollow crime. Freedom was no god, and if it was, and if it had a face turned upon the worshippers, it’s expression was mocking. A slave’s chains stole something he or she had never owned.
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mrkapao · 2 years
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“Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.”
- Steven Erikson ‘A Tale of The Malazan Book of the Fallen: House of Chains’
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boooklover · 6 months
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“Like the light of an oil lamp, dimming, dimming, winking out. The moment when the struggle’s already lost, surrendered, and the tiny heart slows in its own realization, then stops in mute wonder. And never stirs again.”
Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates
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seamusquigley · 2 years
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It is an abject truth, but conscience cannot be shoved down the throat.
If only it could.
Bullies learn nothing when bullied in turn; there are no lessons, no about-face in their squalid natures. The principle of righteous justice is a peculiar domain where propriety and vengeance become confused, almost indistinguishable. The bullied bully is shown but the other side of the same fear he or she has lived with all his or her life. The about-face happens there, on the outside, not the inside. Inside, the bully and everything that haunts the bully's soul remains unchanged.
It is an abject truth, but conscience cannot be shoved down the throat.
If only it could.
Toll The Hounds by Steven Erikson, book 8 of The Malazan Book of the Fallen
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malazanquotes · 4 months
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"We're invading Lether from tavern to tavern?"
"Aye"
Urb and Hellian, Reaper's Gale, pg 434
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windblownleaf · 2 months
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There is so much... to give answer to... Indeed, it takes words from the throat, yet the silence it leaves behind—that silence screams.
— Steven Erikson, House of Chains (The Malazan Book of the Fallen, #4)
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"She demands nothing, what you do you do for yourselves. You work to earn sustenance. You fight to protect it or to gain more. You work to confound rivals. You fight from fear and hatred and spite and honour and loyalty and whatever other causes you might fashion. Yet, all that you do serves her... no matter what you do. Not simply benign, Adaephon Delat, but amoral. We can thrive, or we can destroy ourselves, it matters not to her - she will simply birth another brood and it begins again."
"You speak of the world as a physical thing, subject to natural laws. Is that all it is?"
"No, in the end the minds and senses of all that is alive define what is real - real for us, that is."
"That's a tautology."
"So it is."
"Is Burn the cause to our effect?"
"Ah, you wind sideways like the desert snake you are in truth! Ask your question!"
"Why does Burn sleep?"
"She sleeps... to dream."
Quick Ben said nothing for a long time. When he finally looked into the old woman's eyes he saw confirmation of his greatest fears. "She is sick," he said.
Memories of Ice, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #3)
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