R. Scott Bakker

“Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.”

“There was nothing the ignorant prized more than the ignorance of others.”

“Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.”

“There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.”