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The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6) QUOTES

The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6) QUOTES

1 " What is this thing we call form, and to what extent do we comprehend our own forms? I have a form, surely, as do you, and let us grant that we’re both conscious even though certain philosophers would argue that assertion—fortunately they’re not here. So! Both conscious. But we have imperfect knowledge of our own forms, let alone our own selves—consider the human man, his last self-image formed at the age of twenty-five, surprised by wrinkles on his forehead as he looks in the bathroom mirror. Deathless Kings’ residual physicalities endure long after they’ve become skeletons—and they perform premortem exercises to stem mental fragmentation. You’d be surprised how frequently and how widely mental image and physical form differ. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

2 " Someone else had made her a weapon, but she made herself kind. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

3 " Deathless Kings, High Priests, let’s call them the thaumaturgical class, are growing used to power and the resources that accompany it. They form a distinct, large pool of exacting consumers of durable bespoke luxury goods. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

4 " I do not understand you. But neither do I understand fire, or starlight, or storms, and I love them. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

5 " Then again, she’d worked with smart people—hells, she was smart people—and she never ceased to be amazed by how smart people could fuck up, given opportunity and time. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

6 " Meditation handbooks from Sheer Peaks monasteries advised the practitioner to envision herself midcopulation with a sensory lushness from which even an Iskari romance might shrink—and then to envision one’s partner undergoing the many stages of death and decomposition, until one lay in congress with a skeleton. Which proved, to Kai’s mind, that monks were a lot kinkier than most people gave them credit. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

7 " Love lasts longer than either party to that love might want. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

8 " So easy to look out at the world through warped glass and think the world was warped itself. Easy, too, to live in a warped world and forget that, with effort, you could make crooked lines straight. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

9 " We are not complete in ourselves without others, without a world to complement our self-conception—and were we to become so complete, we could not bear it! The fullness of ourselves would break us. We burn. The point of Figment/Fragment/Filament”—claws spread to encompass the whole warehouse space—“is to reflect, refract the beauty of physical form, the glorious futility of our quest for complete knowledge, mastery, or independence. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

10 " We all doubt, sometimes. We doubt ourselves, our worlds, our truths. It can happen to anyone. Even to people of faith. When we can no longer bear the work, we seek refuge in a clearer mind. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

11 " But that passed, and now she felt like she had at the bloody end: they were two perfect spheres trapped in mutual orbit, bound, but unable to touch. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

12 " No city is one city, as no one mind is altogether and only itself. A woman is many women, a man is many men, a city is many cities—not in sequence, but all at once. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

13 " Human minds being human minds, some grim fatalist tendency that really should have focused on survival still took the time to note: you can always trust Gods for shit timing. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

14 " People lasted as stories, as gods did. And people and gods alike told themselves stories as they died, because dying hurt, and stories helped. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

15 " Gods are stories people tell. The Hidden Schools claim gods evolved with us. We order the world in our minds, and our stories gather strength and power. Through them we become more than meat, and through us they become more than wind. Faiths are eyes through which we know the world. Gods and goddesses sing ourselves back to us through time. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

16 " Zeddig liked the girl: a sharp little vector who looked at everything as if it might kill her, but if it didn’t, she’d write a poem about it later. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

17 " Beetle-black iron hissed and popped and spouted steam. Guards marched atop the train cars, watchful. One sang a war song in Talbeg Kai couldn’t follow. Demon ice melted and steamed from the train, and tortured metal creaked. One car hadn’t made the journey intact: an enormous claw had torn its side open, and greenish fluid leaked from within. Blood and dried rainbows streaked the steel. Station hands swarmed the train, tossing nets of grounding wire over the hulk, binding it back into this world after its journey through another. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

18 " then tapped the four-armed sculpture of knives and glass sitting ahead "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

19 " You can find soulblades aplenty at your local murder hobo supply store; "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)

20 " But then she imagined the kind of person who could see that pain and not hurt, and she did not want to be that person, either. The prisons into which you locked yourself, you could not escape. "

― Max Gladstone , The Ruin of Angels (Craft Sequence, #6)