6 Quotes by Stant Litore

You can wound my body, and it is only blood and bone. But wound my home, and you have wounded my heart.

The problem with aging was not that death was near, for death was always near. The problem with aging was that a woman began to carry too many memories within her.

Most of the things we think we know are not true. So the few that absolutely are—our love for those we are joined to, our enjoyment of beauty, our need to be better than we once were—these few truths are infinitely precious. Hold them close, and near the heart.

What is Empire? Empire cannot be tasted or touched. You cannot smell it or breathe it or fuck it. It is not a fleet or a capital or a person. It is a story that is only real as long as people keep telling it. So we are not attacking a fleet or a capital or people. We are attacking the story. We are attacking the symbols that roar and screech at the heart of that story. That is how we will uproot and destroy Empire.

He knew all the stories. His grandfather had given them to him when he sat between the old man’s knees as a child. It was a comfort, though, to hear them again. To call them to mind. All these stories that made him more than just a vintner and more than just a man who carried a spear whom other men were willing to follow. More than just a man who lay dying. The stories made him one of the People, who would never die.

Waking to the reality of injustice is like the cracking of an eggshell. Your whole world had caged you and you didn’t know it. Once the cage cracks open, you can never get back inside. You are out in the cold and the weather. You can encounter a hundred new dangers. But also, you are free. You can stretch. You can run. You can bite. You can see impossible skies that didn’t exist while you were in the egg.