166 Quotes by Robert Jackson Bennett

Nations have no morals,” says Shara, quoting her aunt from memory. “Only interests.

The political instinct might wear different clothes in different nations, but underneath the pomp and ceremony it’s the same ugliness.

It is nearly two o’clock in the morning, and Tom Bolan is ass-over-head, military-grade, wearing-more-booze-than-he’s-ingesting drunk.

Just once I would like to get eight hours of sleep, thinks Shara. I would pay for them. Steal them. Something.

Do you not enslave people now?” asks the man. “Chains are forged of many strange metals. Poverty is one. Fear, another. Ritual and custom are yet more. All actions are forms of slavery, methods of forcing people to do what they deeply wish not to do.

Warfare is light. Warfare and conflict are the energies with which this world functions. To claim otherwise is to claim your very veins are not filled with blood, to claim that your heart is still and silent. You knew this once. Once in the hills of this country you understood that to wage war was to be alive, to shed blood was to bask in the light of the sun.

Why is it,” says Vohannes as he walks her to the door, “that whenever we finish our business, it feels like neither of us got what we wanted?” “Perhaps we conduct the wrong sort of business.

Life is full of beautiful dangers, dangerous beauties,” says Sigrud. He stares into the sky, and the white sunlight glints off his many scars. “They wound us in ways we cannot see: an injury ripples out, like a stone dropped in water, touching moments years into the future.

Time renders all people and all things silent. And gods, it seems, are no exception.