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True peace required the presence of justice, not just the absence of conflict.

How can we prepare for the future if we won't acknowledge the past?

In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.

For all those that have to fight for the respect that everyone else is given without question.

Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind.

But for a society build on exploitation, there is no greater threat than having no one left to oppress.

Being useful to others is not the same thing as being equal.

"I think," Hoa says slowly, "that if you love someone, you don't get to choose how they love you back."

We can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

There's truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.

It's all right to need help. All of us have things we can't do alone.

Well. Adolescence is all about making mistakes.

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?

Mother always said that if one must do something unpleasant, one should do it wholeheartedly and not waste effort on regret.

After all, a person is herself, and others. Relationships chisel the final shape of one's being. I am me, and you.

But there are none so frightened, or so strange in their fear, as conquerors. They conjure phantoms endlessly, terrified that their victims will someday do back what was done to them - even if, in truth, their victims couldn't care less about such pettiness and have moved on. Conquerors live in dread of the day when they are shown to be, not superior, but simply lucky.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing.

"And what if there's nothing in there?"
"You die and there's nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long."

There's only one thing that can save a man from madness and that's uncertainty.

The number of places in paradise is limited; only in hell is entry open to all.

Do you know the parable about the frog in the cream? Two frogs landed in a pail of cream. One, thinking rationally, understood straight away that there was no point in resistance and that you can't deceive destiny. But then what if there's an afterlife – why bother jumping around, entertaining false hopes in vain? He crossed his legs and sank to the bottom. The second, the fool, was probably an atheist. And she started to flop around. It would seem that she had no reason to flail about if everything was predestined. But she flopped around and flopped around anyway . . . Meanwhile, the cream turned to butter. And she crawled out. We honour the memory of this second frog's friend, eternally damned for the sake of progress and rational thought.

There are some things that you don't want to do and you pledge to yourself that you won't do, you forbid yourself, and then suddenly they happen all by themselves. You don't even have time to think about them, and they don't make it to the cognitive centres of the brain: they just happen and that's it, and you're left just watching yourself with surprise, and convincing yourself that it wasn't your fault, it just happened all by itself.