Citations

None of us remained on Earth, so the planet grew lonely. Its heartbreaking cry was heard galaxies away. Every human was compelled to return.

Our AI's knew us better than we knew ourselves, yet loved us still. The worst crimes were punished by deleting the offender's best friend.

Laughter is the best medicine.
Hunger is the best spice.
Fire is the best friend.
The sky is the best hiding spot.
We haven’t seen them yet.

"The Blind Sea" was a misnomer. Those who escaped to the shore would never see anything but crashing black waves ever again, even in sleep.

As with every year, some were not lucky enough to progress to January. A handful of unfortunate pilgrims, exiled to 2017, waved their tearful goodbyes to the rest of us. As we rang in the new year, they looked ahead to the lonely 13th month, and held their breath at midnight.

A river of storms crossed that country, deep black clouds and lightning flowing between the hills. He cast his line, and waited for a bite.

She laughed, pulling him to the edge of the world. "You see? The horizon only flees from strangers. Real wanderers can swim right up to it."

She purchased the memories of others on the black market. She cobbled together the childhood she wanted, desperate to overwrite the truth.

Plants began coating their seeds in shells hard enough to survive massive explosions and the vacuum of space. They knew something we didn't.

The neglected castle grew, pulling stone after stone from the earth. It would catch a new master, or mistress, and be powerful once again.

When you linger nostalgically on your past, that pain you feel in your chest is the exit wound of time.

The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.

They say that the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
and my darling,
you were so kind and beautiful
before they dragged you to hell.

"Aren't you afraid of my darkness, my dear ?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes.
"No", Persephone replied, "You haven't even seen mine yet."

« C’est dans notre nature d’humains de chercher à faire partager nos douleurs aux autres, comme si nous pouvions nous en débarrasser en infligeant une souffrance égale à nos semblables. »

Comment ne comprenait-il pas que les premiers qu’il faut tuer, ce sont les proches, ceux qui vous connaissent le mieux ? C’est la seule façon d’éliminer ce qui vous menace. À quoi bon tuer un étranger ? Les étrangers n’ont guère d’intérêt à vous nuire. Ce sont la famille et les amis qui s’en chargent toujours le plus efficacement.

Savez-vous ce que ressent une femme, Davad, quand elle porte un être en elle pendant neuf mois sans savoir s'il s'agit de l'enfant, de l'héritier qu'elle appelle de ses prières, ou d'un monstre difforme que son mari devra étrangler de ses propres mains ?

La marée de sa colère avait reflué, et l'avait laissé échoué dans la lassitude et la détresse. Sans grand espoir, il tenta de découvrir le responsable de sa situation, et il lui déplut de se rendre compte qu'il n'avait comme toujours qu'à s'en prendre à lui-même.

La colère grossissait en lui comme du poison dans son sang. Il aurait mieux fait de trouver un endroit insolé en attendant que son humeur noire passât, il le savait, mais sa haine soudaine de lui-même et de son monde était telle que la sagesse n'avait plus de place en lui.

“Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.”

Il est grand temps de rallumer les étoiles

I’m not scared of loving, I’m scared of losing myself all over again

Can you feel your heart burning ? Can you feel the struggle within ? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make.

You cannot kill me in a way that matters.

« Vous me faites l’impression d’un homme qui a plusieurs têtes, plusieurs cœurs, plusieurs âmes »

“Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est”
(Applaudissez, les amis, la comédie est terminée)