Janet Ellen Morris (born May 25, 1946) is an American author of fiction and nonfiction, best known for her fantasy and science fiction and her authorship of a non-lethal weapons concept for the U.S. military.
Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for the celebration of the heart. Live to fight on other days. Lose your beloveds one by one. And remember. Exalt the kiss of friend and horse and wind and sun, which venality cannot cheapen nor stupidity belittle.
Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
Painful things are quickly forgotten.
War is all and king of all
There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.
You must become like yourself.
Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
What is needed is never to be had without price.
The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.
Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.
I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.
If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?
I must decide if you deserve to die.
The universe forgives those who give until their hearts are aching and their spirits weak, and finds a way to renew all strength and cure all ills, in this world or the next, if a soul can just have faith.
One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.