but why bother about the end of the world? it’s the end of the world every day for someone. time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

apéritif & kaiseki

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

Remember you represent the future and nothing is certain about your place there until the final physical act to crown the Franco-Austrian alliance is performed.

We are delivering that payload cause that star is dying and if it dies, we die, everything dies. So that is our mission, there is nothing, literally nothing more important than completing our mission. End of story.

Don’t you worry, Ellie. We’ll get our house over there.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.

Article 57 of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established, Level 5, planet, and you were going to burn it?

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?

theme by Septim