The void is my friend.
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Autism on my end of the spectrum is like ADHD times a thousand. It’s nearly impossible for me to untangle the many channels in my brain so that I can stay on a single station.
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Resistance, in the Western mind, is not defined by the act itself, that is, defending oneself or one’s community against an oppressive force. Rather, resistance is defined on the basis of its perpetrators.
page 62
“People like that,” Saladin mumbled, “people who have only ever believed that they are superior merely by existing, that they are owed things they did not earn and can take what they want, they will never admit defeat. People like Duarte are incapable of accepting defeat.”
page 109
He snatched the clipboard up, a smile spreading across his face–one of his rare genuine smiles, which chased the mordant glint from his eyes. It was in that moment that I realized two thing: one, I had done magic; and two I was beginning to have feelings for Havelock Renard. I had no idea which was more upsetting and incomprehensible.
page 192
The sound of the Gion Shoja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the colour of the sala flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind.
From the Heike Monogatari, translated by Helen Craig McCullough, epigraph of this book