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1024 pages, Paperback
First published August 18, 2009
Image from Subterranean Press
"Children are quickest to necessity. They can make any world normal. Be careful, daughter, with these humans. To live, they will do anything."
"The beast that was civilisation ever faced forward, and in making its present world it devoured the world to come. It was an appalling truth that one's own children could be so callously sacrificed to immediate comforts, yet this was so and it had always been so."
"A child starved never grows tall or strong. A child unloved can never find love or give it when grown. A child that does not laugh will become someone who can find nothing in the world to laugh at. And a child hurt deeply enough will spend a lifetime trying to scab that wound � even as they ceaselessly pick at it... all the careless acts and indifferent, impatient gestures... as if they had no time for their own children... and all of that was simply passed on to the next generation, over and over again."
"Torture is going on right now. People are being maimed. Some will die. Others will live with pain and trauma for the rest of their lives. And it you’re at all like me, you feel helpless to do anything about it. But one thing you do have a choice over: you can turn away.
� and while such acts of violence are in all likelihood very distant from us readers here, they exist, as a chapter in the history of our own civilisation, our own culture, and future books recounting the history of our present, will note us with clinical clarity, as nations in which torture was both condoned and conducted.
I didn’t write that scene for you. I wrote it for them. And I ask the same of you. Read it for them. As my wife said, whatever we feel is as nothing compared to what the victims have, and will, go through. And in the grand scheme of things, our brief disquiet seems, to me now as it did then, a most pathetic cry in this vast wilderness."
‘One day, even the gods will answer to death.�
‘Dust of dreams, dust of all that we never achieved. Dust of what we might have been and what we cannot help be.
Statues are never mute. Their silence is a roar of words. Will you hear? Will you listen?'
"I am throwing away
Words. You and me
It's a good place to start
We got to lighten the load
Cut down on what we carry
Today I stop carrying
You
Tomorrow I'll stop carrying
Me."