“When I come back to you, if I come back to you, will I know you? Will you be the city of my memory? Or will you be a stranger?”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I will not see you, she tells the city, but I will remember you.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Shara was already an avid reader by then, but she had never realized until that moment what books meant, the possibility they presented: you could protect them forever, store them up like engineers store water, endless resources of time and knowledge snared in ink, tied down to paper, layered on shelves…. Moments made physical, untouchable, perfect, like preserving a dead hornet in crystal, one drop of venom forever hanging from its stinger.She felt overwhelmed. It was–she briefly thinks of herself and Vo, reading together in the library–a lot like being in love for the first time.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Every second is a forever in Wink. Every day is a cool afternoon waiting to happen. And every life is one lived quietly, with your feet up and your sun-dappled lawn before you as you watch the world happily drift by.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Miracles are just formal requests, Shara thinks wildly. It’s like having a form preprinted and filled out and handing it in to get exactly what you want! But you don’t always have to do it that way! You can make it up as you go along, so long as you do it right!”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Humanity’s relationship with the Divine is one of mutual give and take, and we mutually opted to part ways. But this perpetuation – setting up a way of thinking, and just letting it run – it doesn’t always yield good results.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“The gods are cruel not because they make us work. They are cruel because they allow us to hope.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I think you’re wrong.””Think what you like.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Just because the nightmare you expected comes true, it doesn’t make it any less terrifying.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“She realized she’d been thinking for years that she would not truly be pleased until she’d checked off this last achievement on her list, but one of the dangers of such thinking is that the event one hopes for never quite lives up to the expectation.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Envy the fire, for it is either going or not. Fires do not feel happy, sad, angry. They burn, or they do not burn.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I don’t have the time or the energy to hate,” says Shara. “I only wish to understand. People are what they are.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I am penitent,” says Vohannes. “I am penitent for all the relationships this shame has ruined. I am penitent that I’ve allowed my shame and unhappiness to spread to others. I’ve fucked men and I’ve fucked women, Father Kolkan. I have sucked numerous pricks, and I have had my prick sucked my numerous people. I have fucked and been fucked. And it was lovely, really lovely. I had an excellent time doing it, and I would gladly do it again. I really would.” He laughs. “I have been lucky enough to find and meet and come to hold beautiful people in my arms – honestly, some beautiful, lovely, brilliant people – and I am filled with regret that my awful self-hate drove them away.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I am sorrowful. I am sorrowful that I happened to be born into a world where being disgusted with yourself was what you were supposed to be. I am sorrowful that my fellow countrymen feel that being human is something to repress, something ugly, something nasty. It’s… It’s just a fucking shame. It really is.I am penitent. I am penitent for all the relationships this shame has ruined. I am penitent that I’ve allowed my shame and unhappiness to spread to others. I’ve fucked men and I’ve fucked women, Father Kolkan. I have sucked numerous pricks, and I have had my pricked sucked by numerous people. I have fucked and been fucked. And it was lovely, really lovely. I had an excellent time doing it, and I would gladly do it again. I really would. I have been lucky enough to find and meet and come to hold beautiful people in my arms – honestly, some beautiful, lovely, brilliant people – and I am filled with regret that my awful self-hate drove them”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I am sorrowful. I am sorrowful that I happened to be born into a world where being disgusted with yourself was what you were supposed to be. I am sorrowful that my fellow countrymen feel that being human is something to repress, something ugly, something nasty. It’s… It’s just a fucking shame. It really is.I am penitent. I am penitent for all the relationships this shame has ruined. I am penitent that I’ve allowed my shame and unhappiness to spread to others. I’ve fucked men and I’ve fucked woman, Father Kolkan. I have sucked numerous pricks, and I have had my pricked sucked by numerous people. I have fucked and been fucked. And it was lovely, really lovely. I had an excellent time doing it, and I would gladly do it again. I really would. I have been lucky enough to find and meet and come to hold beautiful people in my arms – honestly, some beautiful, lovely, brilliant people – and I am filled with regret that my awful self-hate drove them”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“The word everyone forgets is ‘serve’…Yes. Serve. This is the service, and we soldiers are servants. Sure, when people think of a soldier, they think of soldiers taking. They think of us taking territory, taking the enemy, taking the city or a country, taking treasure, or blood. This grand, abstract idea of ‘taking,’ as if we were pirates, swaggering and brandishing our weapons, bullying and intimidating people. But a solider, a true soldier, I think, does not take. A soldier gives.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“A soldier serves not to take, they don’t strive to have something, but rather they strive so that others might one day have something. And a blade isn’t a happy friend to a soldier, but a burden, a heavy one, to be used scrupulously and carefully. A good soldier does everything they can so they do not have to kill. That’s what training is for. But if we have to, we will. And when we do that we give up some part of ourselves, as we’re asked to do.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“No one does. No one really knows how to be happy. You just get close, sometimes. That’s all I want – just to be close.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Sometimes I can’t tell if you hate this place or love it.”“I love its potential. I hate its past. And I don’t like what it is.” She hugs her knees close to her chest. “The way you feel about the place you grew up in is a lot like how you feel about your family.”“How’s that?”She thinks about it for a long time. “Like isn’t the same thing as love.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“What I’m going to do up here, kid, is tell you a story. Like all stories, it’s an attempt to make sense of something larger than itself. And, like most stories, it fails, to a certain degree. It’s a gloss, a rendition, so it’s not exact. But it’ll do. -Silenus”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“One has no room for vengeance,’ says Shara, ‘when the eyes of the world are watching. We must be judicious, and bloodless.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“And we convict almost every case, she thinks, because the law requires us to prosecute them for living their way of life.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I have never met a person who possessed a privilege who did not exercise that privilege to the fullest extent that they possibly could. Say what you like of a belief…of a party…of a finance system..of a power. All I see is privilege and its consequences. States are not in my opinion composed of structures supporting privilege but of structures denying it…in other words deciding who is not invited to the table.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Here at the edges, in the cracks and at the crossroads, stepping from shadow to shadow in the river of darkness that runs through the heart of Wink, he feels much more at home.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“…there is no better time to examine and understand one’s selfhood than when it is dissected and hurtling through darkness.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“What a tremendous sin impatience is, he thinks. It blinds us to the moment before us, and it is only when that moment has passed that we look back, and see it was full of treasures.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“They have forgotten that war is momentum.War is natural. And war makes one strong.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“You are wrong,” says the man. His voice is low and resonant. The metal walls of the dome, all the knives and swords and spears, all seem to vibrate with each of his words. “Your rulers and their propaganda have sold you this watered-down conceit of war, of a warrior yoked to the whims of civilization. Yet for all their self-professed civility, your rulers will gladly spend a soldier’s life to better aid their posturing, to keep the cost of a crude good low. They will send the children of others off to die and only think upon it later to grandly and loudly memorialize them, lauding their great sacrifice. Civilization is but the adoption of this cowardly method of murder.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“Yet I now ask of you—are you marauders or are you servants? Do you give power to others, or do you hoard it? Do you fight not to have something, but rather fight so that others might one day have something? Is your blade a part of your soul, or is it a burden, a tool, to be used with care? Are you soldiers, my children, or are you savages?”
— Robert Jackson Bennett
“I have taken many lives in my life. Many children, perhaps husbands, wives, parents. Perhaps it is only just that this same violation was inflicted upon me. Perhaps it is just that one who lives a life of war becomes a refugee from it.”
— Robert Jackson Bennett