112 Quotes by R. Scott Bakker

A cut scarred where a caress faded away.

What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

Conviction, no matter how narcotic its depth, simply did not make true.

Gods are but greater demons, the Cishaurim said, hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?

Hope is ever the greatest luxury of the helpless, the capacity to suppose knowledge that circumstances denied.

Only madmen and historians, he said, believe their lies.

Fate was but one more world-born subterfuge, another lie men used to give meaning to their abject helplessness.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Duty measures the distance between animal and the divine.