Sheri S. Tepper

Quotes

1. Some can see no farther than their mirrors. What wears another face must go unseen.

   p. 439

2. 

   I had told myself it was God’s will when it was nothing of the kind. It was only man’s stupidity.

   p. 287

3. 

   Blind faith in somebody stepping in to fix things eliminates a lot of emotional stress, so blind faith is what most people have!

   p. 81

4. 

   Others are here, many of them from the twentieth. Those who forbade birth control and abortion, worshiping the fetus over all other of God’s creations. They are here in their vestments, their religious garb, their Sunday robes or their everyday dress, carrying their picket signs in swollen and endless parturition, for so the Dark Lord commands that they shall be, endlessly pregnant, endlessly giving birth, endlessly suckling the demonic life that burgeons out of them, with no choice in the matter.

   p. 397

5. 

   “Tell them they may go. I don’t approve of anything they’re doing.”

   Angered, the minister growled: “The Firster godmongers pray for you daily in your blindness, Majesty. Man is meant to procreate! We were given the universe to fill. What are a few animals, a few trees in the face of our destiny?”

   p. 72

6. 

   There’s some who say magic came from nature, and with men destroying nature right and left, there’s not enough of it left.

   p. 304

7. 

   Don’t take me for a fool, lovely girl. We fat old things have not laid aside our brains with our silhouettes.

   p. 324

8. 

   What he’d said wasn’t inaccurate; it was simply a ridiculous understatement.

   p. 274

9. 

   Pain and loss. Hope dimmed. Ambition quenched. Love becoming an unfunny joke on the lovers! Body saying aye; mind saying nay; now saying can; future saying can’t.

   p. 406

10. 

    Innocence. Gone, forever, with the unthinkable and the unspeakable. And innocent laughter gone as well. Now only the dirty giggle, the wicked snigger, the game of out-grossing, the playtime of the beasts.

    So that when the real death stalks

    When the real horror begins

    It will all be familiar and we will be able to enjoy it.

    p. 400

11. 

    “Go to the simul and slap people around, kill people, that’s what you want. Do it! But you can’t do it out here!”

    It sounded great, but nobody stayed dead in a simul! How could you get any satisfaction killing somebody who didn’t stay dead?

    p. 40

12. 

    “And when a man or a woman climbs, Beauty, he or she can end up as high as the angels or higher.”

    “The saints,” I nodded, thinking I knew.

    “Oh, saints,” Puck said. “Whsst. Saints! Martyrs and virgins and what all. Relics in churches, and both the relic and the churches dead as brass. No. I’ll tell you who climbs. Gardeners climb. And farmers. And painters. And poets. People who build beautiful things without destroying to do it.”

    p. 302