Edward W. Robertson Quotes

Most faiths, he thought, could stand to learn the virtue of keeping their devotion to themselves.

Overconfidence is a strong ally. People are always surprised when you try to do things you can't.

You think I'm daffy?"
"Don't be offended by a snap judgment. It's true of anyone who cares about squirrels.

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She was tired of hearing about guns. It was all these people thought about. Carrying them. Using them. Fighting over them. Such stupid things. Anyone could use them. Anyone could pull a trigger from across a field. They rewarded cowardice. They made people think that violence was a quick and clean and easy thing. If the men on the boat had to kill with their hands, not one in ten would have the stomach for it.

It was, for the most part, your typical large city: a scab of nobles, wealthy merchants, and shipping tycoons crusted over a great messy wound of laborers and peons.

The old masters said if you met another Buddha on the road, you should kill him. All reality is an illusion: if you think you've found the incarnation of enlightenment, destroy that illusion on the spot. But the real world is real. Therefore, if you meet a bandit on the road, you should kill him. Anyone who seeks to make a bad world worse is a monster and an alien.

This was the lesson of the lesser dog: all violence is risk. Even the smallest dog can win if it encourages the strong dogs to take all the risk for themselves.

Am I too blunt? If the truth is too hard to swallow, should I feed you soft lies?

The worst thing of all was very simple: the disruption of the illusion of safety. That if you were a good person who worked hard and stayed within the law, you'd always be okay.

Was sad to think how quickly things became lost. It was no wonder things were the way they were. Memories, people, your own self. You thought you'd always have them, that you'd be able to draw on them in times of need, but they slipped away like the days, gone before you knew it.

The dinosaurs had all died, too, along with their dinosaur dreams. A world capable of such genocidal indifference didn't deserve its own existence. Walt wanted to watch it wither, to crumble into shit and dirt, fertilizer for a future that would one day crumble itself.

He decided that brains were made of all the parts of the body that the other organs had rejected.

What a terrible thing, when what's right is overruled by what's popular,

I wonder what's killed more men over the years. Wild animals? Or masculine taunts?

What form of speech is better than a question? A statement is certain. A question is fluid. To make progress, isn't it better to flow than to sit?

Men are the ones who keep trying to drag the gods down to earth. The gods don't give a damn what we do to ourselves.

One last question," Sprite said. "Who are you? Special Forces? CIA? Xenobiologist?" "I used to play a lot of World of Warcraft.

Exactly. The most convincing argument doesn't come from pithy sayings or aphorisms, but through stories. A clear line of causality, from one event to the next, that seems to be leading to an inevitable conclusion." "We are fighting our guerrilla war battle by battle.

Fortunately, when I was in the palace, I got some practice stabbing him in the heart. This time, I was much better at it. And did it ten times instead of once. Then cut off his head." "I always thought the secret of your success was your thoroughness.

Have the Minister's soldiers been on the march?" "Probably. Given that they're soldiers, and marching is what soldiers do, if only to impress their captains.

If I had to point to one invention in my lifetime that separated howling barbarism from civilized existence, it would be coffee.