Quotes by Steven Erikson

Steven Erikson

“Every decision you make can change the world. The best life is the one the gods don’t notice. You want to live free, boy, live quietly.” “I want to be a soldier. A hero.” “You’ll grow out of it.”

Boys

Decisions You Make

Hero

“Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?” The Imass shrugged before replying. “I think of futility, Adjunct.” “Do all Imass think about futility?” “No. Few think at all.” “Why is that?” The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. “Because, Adjunct, it is futile.”

Sides

Thinking

Tools

A civilization can easily drown in what it knows as in what doesn’t know. Consider,’ he continued, Gotho’s Folly. Gotho’s curse was in being too aware – of everything. Every permutation, every potential. Enough to poison every scan he cast on the world. It availed him naught, and worse, he was aware of even that.

Civilization

Poison

World

A story invites both writer and reader into a kind of superficial ease: we want to slide along, pleasingly entertained, lost in the fictional dream.

Dream

Ease

Stories

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets’ treasured value.

Cobwebs

Finest

Moments

All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of sympathy for self-defense mechanisms, especially among artists.

Art

Risk

Self

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

Littles

Memories

Weight

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

Blue

Cities

Fire

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

Butterfly

Flower

Wind

Ben Adaephon Delat,” Pearl said plaintively, “see the last who comes. You send me to my death.” “I know,” Quick Ben whispered. “Flee, then. I will hold them enough to ensure your escape no more.” Quick Ben sank down past the roof. Before he passed from sight Pearl spoke again. “Ben Adaephon Delat, do you pity me?” “Yes” he replied softly, then pivoted and dropped down into darkness.

Darkness

Past

Sight

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Air

Allies

Ambition

Apes

Art

Artist

Blue

Boys

Brain

Break Through

Butterfly

Children

Cities

Civilization

Cobwebs

Compassion

Confusion

Core

Crumbling

Currents

Dangerous

Dark

Darkness

Decisions You Make

Destiny

Different

Diversity

Doe

Dream

Dying

Ease

Effort

Empty

Ends

Envy

Evil

Example

Fall

Fantasy Novels

Fashion

Feels

Finest

Fire

Flaws

Flower

Forgotten

Form

Games

Genius

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Quotes by Steven Erikson

Steven Erikson

“Every decision you make can change the world. The best life is the one the gods don’t notice. You want to live free, boy, live quietly.” “I want to be a soldier. A hero.” “You’ll grow out of it.”

A story invites both writer and reader into a kind of superficial ease: we want to slide along, pleasingly entertained, lost in the fictional dream.

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets’ treasured value.

All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of sympathy for self-defense mechanisms, especially among artists.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

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