“Whore. How many men had embraced her? How many gritty chins against her cheek? Always something to be endured. All of them punishing her for their need. Monotony had made them seem laughable, a long queue of the weak, the… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
I tell you, guilt dwells nowhere but in the eyes of the accuser. This men know even as they deny it, which is why… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“When a man possesses the innocence of a child, we call him a fool. When a child possesses the cunning of a man, we… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“I am a warrior of ages, Anasurimbor ... ages. I have dipped my nimil in a thousand hearts. I have ridden both against and… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated. — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy. — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“Sorweel: „Then how can we hope to resist him?“ Harweel: „With our swords and our shields. And when those fail us, with spit and… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.” — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty.” — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
