There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.
People like the idea that love makes the world go round. It doesn’t. You don’t lock your doors at night because you love thy neighbor, you deadbolt with reinforced steel because you fear thy neighbor. Fear is order. Fear is control. Fear is safety. Fear is fiction.
What’s a god? Can we even know they exist? People believe things, which means they’re real. That means we know they exist. So what came first, gods or the people who believed in them?[to Shadow]
We have reprogrammed reality. Language is a virus, religion an operating system, and prayers are just so much f***ing spam.
The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things, but not that.
There is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women. So what’s a queen to do? She gets on her knees. She takes what she don’t want to, and we watch in easy f***ing judgment and pretend we’d do a single thing different in her shoes.
Neutral, in the face of injustice is on the side of the oppressor.
At times the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. In these moments, you gotta ask yourself: Would I rather be ignored?
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A storyteller does not concern themselves with the truth. Stories are truer than the truth. These are not literal constructs so much as imaginative recreations.
You things are not gods, by the way. You’re made by people. People who need answers and they’re too f***ing lazy to look for them themselves.[to Mad Sweeney]
Why am I not surprised that the Buckeye State has a freaky Norse underbelly?
When you are continually reminded that you have little to no value, it’s easy to be convinced that all the rules are stacked against you. Your worst fears are not possible, they are probable.
