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I’m going to be in NYC all day tomorrow with my mom and sister seeing Funny Girl so I will be scarce.
The Magnus Archives Starters !
Taken from the 2016-2021 Rusty Quill podcast, The Magnus Archives! (These are specifically more of the ‘creepy’ lines). Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!
“I’ve seen Dawn of The Dead. I know what the groans of the undead are meant to sound like but… it wasn’t that at all.”
“It’s funny how fear can just become as routine as hunger.”
“He said I’d know when I saw him because “All the bones are in his hands.”
“My father spent my formative years killing dozens of people, and I had no idea.”
“I do not know if you’ve ever felt your blood being sucked out of you, but I would not recommend it.”
“In both cases, they said that it was because they never really felt like I wanted them around and, looking back, that was kind of true.”
“I need that. I need you to tell me that it’s just coincidence and my mind’s playing tricks, and I need to not lose any more bits of me.”
“You’ve got to understand, I know dangerous, I understand dangerous, hell, I am dangerous. This was something else.”
“An eagerness to test my faith against whatever was inside (Name)’s soul. Not even considering that I might be risking it.”
“I’m so sorry… It wants your faith.”
“I cannot stress this enough… What answered was not God. It wasn’t him. Something else answered my call for protection.”
“I do worry about the state of my soul, of course, but there is little to be done.”
“I’ve cataloged and looked into enough of these mysteries to know that following that noise was a really, really bad idea.”
“Maybe she was sick and needed an ambulance. Oh god, maybe I’d left her to die.”
“No, sir, you have nothing to fear of the dead.”
“I stood face to face with a man with no eyes, and he saw me.”
“I think we both realized how messed up it was if she could list the number of times she’s seen (Name) in the sunlight.”
“How would a melody describe itself when asked?”
“By this point, I was just about sick of this weird thing that looked like a person but was not a person.”
“You don’t need to be smart to know when you’re surrounded by your own mutilation.”
“I didn’t like that smile one bit. Far too many teeth to it.”
“You can’t understand what it is to be prey.”
“The pretty young things complained, and I left.”
“Come quickly. We’ve taken ill. We’ve passed away.”
“It feels like if I say they’re real, whatever is watching will know.”
“I suppose that I can turn on the tape recorder while we’re being eaten alive.”
“Tens of thousands of tiny things without mouths screaming as one.”
“She was completely hollow aside from a few cobwebs that I could see in the streetlights.”
“It was my most prized possession. And all I had left of him after he used it to cut his own throat — The only sensible decision he ever made.”
“Really makes you wonder about gods housing standards. I’m just saying if it was my house? I’d be pretty pissed.”
“And hey, it wasn’t the first time that I broke into a church.”
“No, no. I’ll catch you when you’re not scheming.”
“I turned the very real feeling of unease into a fun sort of fear. Like I was just playing at being scared.”
“No one ever knows what they are really hearing or seeing.”
“He nods and says that that’s okay. He’s lying, and that makes me very afraid.”
“I don’t know how and I don’t know why but he took my brother away from me, and if I ever see him again? I’m going to kill him.”
“The person they think they’re seeing has been dead for years, but they didn’t see the change. They’re looking at a complete stranger and they have no idea.”
“The corpse went missing the next night, which makes me think he took it…”
“For obvious reasons, I can’t describe him. I can barely describe his absence.”
“I don’t want to but it’s my nature now. And you can’t fight what you are or even what you aren’t.”
“It’s not you. It’s his fault. He didn’t warn you properly, and now you’re stuck here with us.”
“The audience is only safe when the story isn’t about them.”
“Maybe the thing had some power to keep me there but, honestly, it was fight, flight, or freeze. And I froze.”
“The moment that you die will feel exactly like this one.”
“They never tell you how difficult it is to take a human life.”
“Safe hands where the skin feels wrong.”
“I don’t even have a voice box. I had to borrow this one.”
“Don’t turn on the light.”
“This place is evil, (Name), and I think doing what it wants probably makes us evil.”
“Pray the sandman only brings you sleep.”
“With a single, smooth motion, like ripping the tablecloth off at a restaurant, he pulled the skin at whatever had been pretending it was my brother.”
“What is it, do you think, that makes people so obsessed with horrific things happening to other people?”
“I think I finally understand why she brought me back, I just don’t understand why she left me behind.”
“I always tried to live like that. But I think sometimes, you feel like you’re adapting, but it’s just denial.”
“They don’t get that the only thing to deal with something like him is to watch his eyes go dead with your hands around his throat.”
“I’m going to hurt them, though. I’m going to hurt the thing that stole my brother and wrecked my life.”
“That’s right. (Name). I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can… then I don’t forgive you. But thank you for this.”
“There is nowhere in this universe where it would not blot out the sky.”
“It made me think of those winter mornings, when I was a kid, with no snow. Just frost and frozen mist over everything. Keeping the world in place. Curling you up into yourself and quietly waiting for you to lose your footing. Slip and fall. Snap.”
“You’re not quite human enough to die, but still too human to survive.”
“How do you know you’re the same person who went to sleep?”
“I thought moving away from my humanity would have made that more acceptable. That sacrifice. But it just makes me sad.”
“Afraid that any hesitation might make them reconsider. Might mark me out as something other than whatever he decided I was.”
“But as far as (Name) sees it, I’m not compromised anymore. And that… is better.”
“You’re still wearing her face.”
“Down here, I don’t hear the blood anymore.”
“You should know, if I wasn’t human before, I’m definitely less now.”
“Yeah well, when I get myself kidnapped three times in a row then I’ll listen to you.”
“You’ll kill me? I can hardly wait.”
“I know I made a choice. I made a choice because I was afraid to die.”
“It feels nice to hate something that can’t hurt me.”
“He needed a crew to follow him out of trust, not out of fear.”
“We were both trapped there, I think. Bound together in some sort of wordless misery.”
“Always respected you for that. Takes a strong stomach to not give a shit.”
“Sometimes, you just have to leave. Even if what’s on the other side scares you.”
“I’m not quite as much for decades-long campaigns of subtle terror these days.”
“The only reason this one feels special is because it’s happening to you.”
“I guess I’m just a bit burnt out on the end of the world.”
“We are merely sons of the dirt.”
“I wonder how much of them were still in there. How much they chose to be what they were.”
“How much do I actually care? How much of it is feeling like I should care?”
“They’re gone. They made their choice, and it wasn’t you.”
“It’s not in your blood or your soul or your destiny. It’s just in your own rotten luck.”
“I’m mourning a world I killed. And we’re all trapped in its rotting corpse.”
“Close your eyes. Ignore the sounds. You, at least, are safe.”
“We can’t fight the world, (Name).”
It means the journey will be the journey regardless of what we do to make it.”
“They won’t hear you. They’re too busy waiting to die.”
“Such devotion. You don’t deserve it. But you already know that!”
“Yeah. I think we should go for it. Get our murder on.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not going to kill a man just because you’re jealous.”
“She knew that whatever was about to imminently kill her was going to rise up from deep inside her own body.”
“All things end. And every step you take whatever direction you may choose only brings you closer to it.”
“I don’t like me sometimes, and I am me.”
“Sometimes I wonder if I forget things on purpose. Easier not to think about them, I guess. Easier to let them just slip away.”
“He loved me, and I couldn’t even remember his face!”
“I can’t. There’s too many. I can’t save everyone. I can’t- I can’t save anyone.”
“Well, in that case, thank you for swinging by my huge corner of the apocalypse.”
“Cheerleading you when you were on a magical murder spree probably was t a great idea.”
“The time to run is over. The time to suffer has arrived.”
“I’m (Name). I’m here to help you, to treat you, to make it so you’re less of a … burden to everyone.”
“Not an hour from an oasis, and we’re already at Sinister Hospital.”
“We can’t hunt a monster you refuse to see.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I supposed to be sympathizing? After everything you two did to people?”
“We arrive somewhere. Deliver terror and death. Then leave. Never to be seen again.”
“Maybe we don’t have to feel any way at all.”
“The journey will be the journey.”
“Hm. I didn’t like that realization.”
“I don’t know how to be this. I don’t want to scare people.”
“Because it makes the sadness feel at home. Turns it from a burden into… An indulgence.”
“I’m saying there aren’t any easy solutions. We have no idea what’s going to happen.”
“And, if it comes down to it, I’ll get (Name) to destroy me like the others.”
“That’s the problem. I could have grown to dislike her, but you made sure that sort of thing could never happen.”
“Of course I’m dangerous, (Name). I’m a monster, just like you, and you can’t kill all of us.”
“That isn’t exactly a surprise, is it? That the lonely seems comfortable to you?”
“I hardly call flooding the street with blood the ‘star treatment.’”
“So what? It’s just an eldritch popularity contest?”
“Oh, I’m the antichrist’s plus one.”
“It’s just hard not to look down on people when they put you up on a pedestal like that.”
“But you have to have hope in something, otherwise there’s no point in anything.”
“And you’re going to have to promise me that you’re going to do everything in your power to live. That you’re not gonna sacrifice yourself at the first opportunity just because you feel guilty about what happened.”
“We’re surviving. And trying to help others do the same. That’s not nothing.”
“Okay. I can still hate him even if I don’t blame him.”
“Doesn’t matter. (Name)’s here, and that’s all that matters.”
“For a while, it belonged to a sculptor of puppets, who made his strings from the tendons of those who he felt did not appreciate his art.”
“What about me? I didn’t think I was really important enough to kill.”
“I kept out of it, even when I got a pretty good idea of what was going on towards the end, but… I should have known better. Hiding never helps.”
I’d rather live the rest of my life lying awake wondering if I made the right choice, over lying awake listening to the screams of everyone on Earth being tortured!
“It took almost two years of crisis and trauma to even make us compatible. And that sucks. But here we are.”
“Probably for the best. Empathy only holds you back in the end.”
I know what I am. I always knew it would catch up with me.
AIDAN TURNER as PHILIP LOMBARD in And Then There Were None (2015)
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ROLEPLAY MEMES: SOFT TOUCHES
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[ hug] sender wraps receiver in a hug from behind
[ hand ] sender places their hand on receiver
[ bed ] sender crawls into bed next to receiver
[ hair ] sender brushes their hand through receiver’s hair
[ neck ] sender places their hand on receiver to calm them
[ forehead ] sender kisses receiver on the forehead
[ link ] sender links arms with receiver
[ swing ] sender swings their joined hands with receiver
[ piggy back ] sender jumps on receiver’s back asking for a piggyback
[ ruffle ] sender ruffles receiver’s hair
[ nose ] sender boops receiver on the nose
[ sling ] sender slings their arm over receiver’s shoulder
[ sing ] sender tries to get receiver to sing with them
[ food ] sender shares their food with receiver
[ drink ] sender tries to offer receiver a drink to comfort them
[ run ] sender runs into receiver’s arms
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HOZIER’S “WASTELAND, BABY!” SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns, etc!
NINA CRIED POWER
‘ it’s not the waking, it’s the rising. ’ ‘ it is the grounding of a foot uncompromising. ’ ‘ it’s not forgoing of the lie, it’s not the opening of eyes. ’ ‘ it’s not the shade; we should be past it. it’s the light, and it’s the obstacle that casts it. ’ ‘ it’s the heat that drives the light. ’ ‘ it’s the heaven of a human spirit ringing. ’ ‘ and i could cry power. ’ ‘ it’s not the wall, but what’s behind it. ’ ‘ power has been cried by those stronger than me, straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ’
ALMOST (SWEET MUSIC)
‘ i came in from the outside, burned out from a joyride. ’ ‘ the same kind of music haunts her bedroom. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. she’s almost you. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t know where to start. ’ ‘ be still my foolish heart. ’ ‘ don’t ruin this on me. ’ ‘ let’s get lost and let the good times roll. ’ ‘ let’s smoke rings from this paper doll. ’ ‘ i got some color back. ’ ‘ i laugh like me again, she laughs like you. ’ ‘ the very thought of you, and i am blue. ’ ‘ i get along without you very well some other nights. ’
MOVEMENT
‘ i still watch you when you’re grooving. ’ ‘ you’re moving without moving. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m moved. ’ ‘ you are a call to motion. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put to mind of all that i wanna be. ’ ‘ i could never define all that you are to me. ’ ‘ move me, baby. ’ ‘ you do it naturally. ’ ‘ honey, you’re atlas in his sleeping. ’ ‘ i recall something that’s gone from me. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put in awe of something so flawed and free. ’
NO PLAN
‘ what a waste to say the heart could feel apart, or feel complete. ’ ‘ why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world? ’ ‘ why would you offer a name to the same old tired pain? ’ ‘ all things come from nothing. ’ ‘ my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand. ’ ‘ i know now that you understand. ’ ‘ there’s no plan. ’ ‘ there’s no race to be run. ’ ‘ the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun. ’ ‘ there’s no kingdom to come. ’ ‘ i’ll be your man if you got love to get done. ’ ‘ sit in and watch the sunlight fade. ’ ‘ it’s getting late. ’ ‘ there’s no hand on the rein. ’ ‘ as mack explained, there will be darkness again. ’ ‘ let the awful song be heard. ’ ‘ i know your beat, baby. ’ ‘ your secret is safe with me. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, keep my body from the fire, hire a gardener for my grave. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, when i’m lying under marble, marvel at flowers you’ll have made. ’
NOBODY
‘ it’s gin o’clock. ’ ‘ i think about you everywhere i go. ’ ‘ i’ve done everything and i’ve been everywhere. ’ ‘ i’ve been fed gold by sweet fools. ’ ‘ i’ve had no love like your love from nobody. ’ ‘ i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave. ’ ‘ i once warmed my hands over a burning maserati. ’ ‘ why should we deny the truth? ’ ‘ we could have less to worry about — i won’t lie to you. ’
TO NOISE MAKING (SING)
‘ remember when you’d sing just for the fuck of it? ’ ‘ the look of it was as sweet as the sound. ’ ‘ i couldn’t name that feeling carried in that voice — was it that, or just the act of making noise that brought you joy? ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but who could call you wrong? ’ ‘ put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but sing it strong. ’ ‘ at best, you’ll find a little remedy. ’ ‘ at worst, the world will sing along. ’ ‘ we’d scuff up our shoes. ’ ‘ you didn’t always sing it right. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be unbroken or be brave again? ’ ‘ be unbroken. ’ ‘ be brave again. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again? ’ ‘ stick around until you hear that music play again. ’ ‘ so honey, sing. ’ ‘ sing. ’ ‘ remember when you’d sing just for the love of it? and any joy it would bring? ’
AS IT WAS
‘ there is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved, whenever i’d have life enough, my heart is screaming of. ’ ‘ and in a few days, i would be there, love. ’ ‘ whatever here that’s left of me is yours. ’ ‘ the highs hit the heights of my baby, and its hold had the fight of my baby. ’ ‘ the lights were as bright as my baby, ’ ‘ your love was unmoved. ’ ‘ tell me if, somehow, some of it remains, how long you would wait for me. ’ ‘ make your good love known to me. ’ ‘ tell me about your day. ’ ‘ and the nights were as dark as my baby, and half as beautiful too. ’
SHRIKE
‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted. ’ ‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted. ’ ‘ words hung above, but never would form — like a cry at the final breath that is drawn. ’ ‘ remember me. ’ ‘ remember me, love. ’ ‘ remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i’d no idea on what ground i was founded. ’ ‘ all of that goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ then, when i met you, my virtues uncounted — all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ dragging along, following your form, hung like the pelt of some prey you had won. ’ ‘ i’m hung like the pelt of some prey you had one. ’ ‘ remember me when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted, but i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now, back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted. ’ ‘ i was housed by your warmth. ’ ‘ i was thus transformed by your grounded and giving and darkening scorn. ’
TALK
‘ i’d be the voice that urged orpheus when her body was found. i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground. ’ ‘ i’d be the dreadful need in the devotee. ’ ‘ i’d be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice. ’ ‘ imagine being loved by me. ’ ‘ i won’t deny — i’ve got in my mind now all the things i would do. ’ ‘ i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you. ’ ‘ i’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love. ’ ‘ i’d be the sweet feeling of release. ’
BE
‘ be as you’ve always been. ’ ‘ lover, be good to me. ’ ‘ be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man and will do so again. ’ ‘ be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost. ’ ‘ it’s been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed. ’ ‘ which side of the wall really suffers that cost? ’ ‘ be love in its disrepute. ’ ‘ love, in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root. ’ ‘ watch the slowing and starving of troops. ’ ‘ be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land. ’ ‘ love, won’t you be as you’ve always been? ’
DINNER & DIATRIBES
‘ this club here is stuck up. ’ ‘ i knew well from our first hookup the look of mischief in your eyes. ’ ‘ your friends are a fate that befell me. ’ ‘ hell is the talking type. ’ ‘ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. ’ ‘ honey, i laugh when it sinks in. ’ ‘ the evening is slowing. ’ ‘ the end is in sight. ’ ‘ it’s easier knowing what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised. ’ ‘ let there be damage ensued and tabloid news. ’
WOULD THAT I
‘ i saw your hair like the branch of a tree — a willow dancing on air before covering me. ’ ‘ that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me. ’ ‘ the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. ’ ‘ i fretted fire, but that was long ago. ’ ‘ i blink in sight of your blinding light. ’ ‘ it’s not tonight where you hold me tight. ’ ‘ you’re good to me. ’ ‘ with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet. ’ ‘ like the ashes of ash, i saw rise in the heat. ’ ‘ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ’ ‘ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ’ ‘ i’m watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame. ’ ‘ i was fixed on your hand of gold laying waste to my loving long ago. ’ ‘ in awe, there i stood. ’ ‘ though i’ve handled the wood, i still worship the flame. ’ ‘ as long as the amber of ember glows, all the would that i’d loved is long ago. ’
SUNLIGHT
‘ i would shun the light. ’ ‘ share in evening’s cool and quiet. ’ ‘ who would trade that hum of night for sunlight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight, betray the moon as acolyte, on first and fierce affirming sight of sunlight? ’ ‘ i’d been lost to you. ’ ‘ i flew like a moth to you. ’ ‘ oh, your love is sunlight. ’ ‘ all the tales the same, told before and told again. ’ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight. ’ ‘ oh, my sunlight. ’ ‘ all that was shown to me, sunlight, was something foreknown to me. ’ ‘ all these colors fade for you only. ’ ‘ hold me. ’ ‘ carry me slowly. ’ ‘ each day, you’d rise with me. ’ ‘ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty. ’ ‘ strap the wing to me. death trap-clad, happily, with wax melted, i’d meet the sea. ’
WASTELAND, BABY!
‘ all the fear and the fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl. happens great, happens sweet. ’ ‘ happily, i’m unfazed here, too. ’ ‘ wasteland baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ all the things yet to come are the things that have passed: like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass. ’ ‘ i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ and i love too that love soon might end. ’ ‘ be still, my indelible friend. you are unbreaking. ’ ‘ you are unbreaking, though quaking. ’ ‘ that day that we watch the death of the sun; the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on. ’ ‘ you gaze unafraid as they sob from the city ruins. ’ ‘ the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen. ’ ‘ not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do. ’ ‘ that’s it. ’
“I just got the word to put the bump on Anna Culpepper. This isn't some gangster or hard-nosed political operative. We're talkin' about a dizzy twist what wrote a song or two that got under Ryan's wig!”― Sullivan
Anyway, if the ladies took over and kicked Ryan to the curb, Rapture would have been a true paradise.
bioshock infinite: burial at sea episode 1 scenery ↪ market street & high street
circe sentence starters
by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better ♡
❝ my father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it. ❞ ❝ there is a twisting feeling in my chest, like cloth being wrung dry. ❞ ❝ the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh. ❞ ❝ it was my first lesson. beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two. ❞ ❝ you think just because you are a daughter of the sun, you may uproot the world to please herself. ❞ ❝ even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating. ❞ ❝ fear of failure is the worst thing for any spell. ❞ ❝ those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ did you smile a little? perhaps i only flatter myself. ❞ ❝ i have a better idea. i will do as i please. ❞ ❝ what can i say? the world is an ugly place. we must live in it. ❞ ❝ how many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known? ❞ ❝ you threw me to the crows, but it turns out i prefer them to you. ❞ ❝ give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞ ❝ it is very close. a perfect sleeping spot to ease your weary bones. ❞ ❝ all my life had been murk and depths, but i was not a part of that dark water. i was a creature within it. ❞ ❝ most men do not know me for what i am. ❞ ❝ i suppose i could weep and rub my eyes to please you, but i choose not to live so falsely. ❞ ❝ there is no wound that you can give me that i have not already given myself. ❞ ❝ i will not be a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. ❞ ❝ i stood there for a long time fearing such things, and waiting, as if someone would come and reassure me. ❞ ❝ this is how zeus felt when he first lifted the thunderbolt. ❞ ❝ i had a little pride, and that was good. more would have been fatal. ❞ ❝ will you not come to bed, my love? ❞ ❝ if my childhood has given me anything, it’s endurance. ❞ ❝ if you had asked me, i would have said i was happy. ❞ ❝ that is another thing about you. you make me want to spill my secrets. ❞ ❝ they do not care if you are good. they barely care if you are wicked. the only thing that makes them listen is power. ❞ ❝ as for that safety, i do not want it. it is only more chains. ❞ ❝ all those years i had spent with them were like a stone tossed in a pool. already, the ripples were gone. ❞ ❝ war always seemed to me a foolish choice from men. whatever they win from it, they will only have a handful of years to enjoy before they die. more likely they will perish trying. ❞ ❝ are you always so suspicious? ❞ ❝ in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. ❞ ❝ i can bend the world to my will, as a bow bent for an arrow. ❞ ❝ will you do me the honor of dining with me? ❞ ❝ i know what we owe you. what i owe. ❞ ❝ i’m afraid i might have floated on, believing those dull memories were all there was, until the end of days. ❞ ❝ do not be too happy. it will bring down fire on your head. ❞ ❝ you are a poison snake, and i am another, and on such terms we please ourselves. ❞ ❝ your words are like a secret. a thing that looks like stone, but inside is a seed. ❞ ❝ you cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. there is nothing more foreign to them. ❞ ❝ bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ ❝ a golden cage is still a cage. ❞ ❝ i am surprised to see you so plain after such boasting. ❞ ❝ your voice is like balm upon my raw skin. ❞ ❝ does no one have the courage? will no one dare to face me? ❞ ❝ those who love me a little do not care to say. ❞ ❝ it is easily to speak so open with you. your face is like a quiet pool that will hold everything safe in its depths. ❞ ❝ humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. as if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep. ❞ ❝ you are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it. ❞ ❝ you can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❞ ❝ i should have known you would be good for nothing to me. ❞ ❝ gold does not give back a life. ❞ ❝ it is funny, that even after all this time, you believe you will be rewarded, just because you have been obedient. ❞ ❝ i have done your work for you, and all you give me is mockery and contempt. ❞ ❝ where would you go, if you might escape? ❞ ❝ you are right. this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. ❞ ❝ i cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ i owe you nothing. you will have of me only what i want to give. ❞ ❝ however gold you shine, do not forget your fire. ❞ ❝ that is what you desire most of all: to drive others into doubt, keep them wondering and fretting, stumbling behind your dancing feet. ❞ ❝ sorry that you thought i was weak, but you were wrong. ❞ ❝ trickery is for cowards, men not bull-necked enough to show true courage. ❞ ❝ i have a little pride. if they do not weep, i will not either. ❞ ❝ you have as many coils as a snake, and an eye always to your advantage. ❞ ❝ i want the sun to burn me. i want it to scorch me to the bone. ❞ ❝ what of me? shall i rot? ❞ ❝ how long would i cling to that handful of minutes, trying to cover myself as if with some threadbare blanket? ❞ ❝ i have been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. but that is only a shape i’ve been poured into. i do not have to keep it. ❞ ❝ i am not weak. and i will never be sorry not to be like you. ❞ ❝ you draw me in as if you are winding up a thread. ❞ ❝ the fragility of mortals breeds kindness and good grace. ❞