“Money was the blood of civilized society, its currents running through everything and everyone. Where money was insufficient, things withered. People starved, sickened and died, constructions eroded, even ideas perished. Where funds were plentiful, the same things blossomed with new… — wildbow Copy Share
“Okay, here’s a cheat I learned in a leadership seminar. It’s called active listening. Someone says something, a complaint, or a criticism, or they’re excited about something that happened to them. For a lot of us, our instinct is to offer a solution, or expand on an idea, to fix or offer something. The key is to think about how… — wildbow Copy Share
“I like to think people are stronger than they appear at first glance. Perhaps the same goes for cities as well?” — wildbow Copy Share Image
“Looking at this stuff, hearing you describe it all, I’m starting to think that maybe we’ll destroy ourselves in the end. Infighting, stupidity, revenge,… — wildbow Copy Share Image
“You want to neuter us,” Director Tagg said. “Stop us from policing the criminals who run this city.” “As my client put it, Director,… — wildbow Copy Share Image
“Ruins. Places built up by man, painstaking, sometimes over centuries. Layer upon layer of human experience, history, and art, represented in stone and wood and glass. Every single building had been put together with the idea of meeting some specific goal, a specific individual’s tastes, filling a purpose as an institution, or being built to cater to society’s tastes as… — wildbow Copy Share
“Everyone likes the manipulative assholes after they’ve had a chance to do their manipulating.” — wildbow Copy Share Image
“On this violent, brutish little planet of ours, it’s the survivors who wind up the strongest ones of all.” — wildbow Copy Share Image
“It’s for love, in the end. Pettiest of all pursuits. Arrogance, greed, even revenge… they’re nobler, trust me. I’ve walked all those roads. But… — wildbow Copy Share Image
“Was he the only one who was just old enough to speak out, not yet so old and jaded that he acceded to authority… — wildbow Copy Share Image
“My hands were paralyzed, one wrapped around the handle of the Hyena’s sword, spikes sticking through the flesh and out the back of hand, thumb and fingers, too painful for me to let go of it. The other hand was tangled by the locket and the cord that surrounded the imp’s book, fingers bent back out of position. When I… — wildbow Copy Share
“Then I think about how you went out, and I think… you know, it doesn’t balance out. One selfless deed, after all the shit you did? No. But that’s your cross to bear, not mine. I don’t believe in an afterlife or anything like that, but, well, I guess that’s the mark you left. When we die, all that’s left… — wildbow Copy Share
