Kif Quotes

My job is to protect the Ascendancy and the Chiss people, sir,” he said quietly. “Whatever it costs to achieve that goal, I will pay it.” A chill ran up Ba’kif’s back. Whatever it costs.

It was a monumental achievement that the serpentine tc'a had once upon a time gotten the knnn to understand the concept of trade: so nowadays knnn simply contacted a station, rushed onto its methane-dock and deposited whatever they liked, grabbed whatever they wanted and left. This was an improvement over their former behavior, in which they simply looted and left.

There was already a shop selling fabrics there; another sold mangoes and lentils and yams. There was a café- no alcohol, but mint tea, and glass-water pipes of kif- that fragrant blend of tobacco and marijuana so common in Morocco. There was a market every week, selling strange and exotic fruit and vegetables brought in from the docks at Marseille, and a little bakery, selling flatbread and pancakes and sweet milk rolls and honey pastries and almond briouats.

The medical attache partakes of neither kif nor distilled spirits, and must unwind without chemical aid.

Cannabis sativa and its derivatives are strictly prohibited in Turkey, and the natural correlative of this proscription is that alcohol, far from being frowned upon as it is in other Moslem lands, is freely drunk; being a government monopoly it can be bought at any cigarette counter. This fact is no mere detail; it is of primary social importance, since the psychological effects of the two substances are diametrically opposed to each other. Alcohol blurs the personality by loosening inhibitions. The drinker feels, temporarily at least, a sense of participation. Kif abolishes no inhibitions; on the contrary it reinforces them, pushes the individual further back into the recesses of his own isolated personality, pledging him to contemplation and inaction. It is to be expected that there should be a close relationsip between the culture of a given society and the means used by its members to achieve release and euphoria. For Judaism and Christianity the means has always been alcohol; for Islam it has been hashish. The first is dynamic in its effects, the other static. If a nation wishes, however mistakenly, to Westernize itself, first let it give up hashish. The rest will follow, more or less as a manner of course. Conversely, in a Western country, if a whole segment of the population desires, for reasons of protest (as has happened in the United States), to isolate itself in a radical fashion from the society around it, the quickest and surest way is for it to replace alcohol by cannabis.

Adah and Zillah, hear my voice; you wives of Lamech, listen to what I say: I have killed a man for wounding me, a young man for striking me. 24  kIf Cain’s revenge is sevenfold, then Lamech’s is seventy-sevenfold.

The t'ca [ship] left them, rolled and slewed off in a maneuver that made sense to a multi-brained snake.

Jesus Cleanses a Leper 40 iAnd a leper [8] came to him, imploring him, and  jkneeling said to him,  k“If you will, you can make me clean.” 41Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand and touched him and said to him, “I will; be clean.

While the world had been under kif guns, they had tidied up the house, cooked dinner, and started replanting the garden. Pyanfar lowered her ears at the thought, how little real the larger universe was to downworld hani, who had never thoroughly imagined what had almost happened to them; who heard about the terrible damage to the station as they might hear about some earthquake in a remote area of the globe, shaking their heads in sympathy and regretting it, but not personally touched—worried for their own kin, of course worried; and there would be hugging and sympathy at homecoming. But they set the world in order by replanting the garden and seeing Kohan fed. Gods look on them all.

As the Father has loved me,  jso have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10 kIf you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as  lI have kept  mmy Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11These things I have spoken to you,  nthat my joy may be in you, and that  oyour joy may be full. 12 p“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 qGreater love has no one than this,  rthat someone lay down his life for his friends. 14You are  smy friends  tif you do what I command you. 15 uNo longer do I call you servants, [1] for the servant  wdoes not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for  xall that I have heard from my Father  yI have made known to you. 16You did not choose me, but  zI chose you and appointed you that you should go and  abear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that  bwhatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. 17These things I command you,  cso that you will love one another.

Forsi fil-mod kif żewġ erwieћ, mifnija mill-malinkonija, kapaċi jagћrfu lil xulxin fix-xagћri tat-turment bla l-ћtieġa li jlissnu kelma?

As the orderly insinuated a careful arm under his shoulders the pain came alive again: rampant, tearing, clutching. It was choking him. He couldn't bear it a second longer. Life at this price wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it. Why did they fuss with him like this when he'd probably go west anyhow? It was just cruelty. They had put him down again. One of the orderlies said, 'Good man!' And the nurse was smiling at him again. That was the way with people. They thought it was their duty to torture you instead of putting you decently out of it as soon as they could. He remembered the first life he had ever taken. That rabbit he had jumped on unexpectedly coming over the fence by the low meadow. It had been in the grassy rut of the lane, lying doggo, and he had landed on it unawares. Well, he had not left it long in agony. Why couldn't they see that he'd rather…

Lust 27[†] h “You have heard that it was said,  i ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ 28[†]But I say to you that  j everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29[†] k If your right eye  l causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into  m hell. 30 k And if your right hand  l causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body go into  m hell.

Min ma jifhimx sewwa l-karattru tiegħi jista' jidħak bija, jgħajjarni miġnun, stramb, bniedem b'demmu ffriżat...! Iżda b'liema jedd tkejjel lil ħaddieħor b'xibrek? L-għaliex kulħadd ipoġġi lilu nnifsu bħala r-regola u jittimbra lil dawk li m'humiex bħalu b'imġienen? Jien naf li jien differenti minn ħaddieħor, iżda b'daqshekk m'iniex miġnun. Għandi dritt infassal ħajti kif irrid jien u mhux kif ifassluha l-biċċa l-kbira tal-bnedmin!

Now in ia great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver but also of wood and clay, jsome for honorable use, some for dishonorable. 21Therefore, kif anyone cleanses himself from what is dishonorable, [4] he will be a vessel for honorable use, set apart as holy, useful to the master of the house, lready for every good work.

Aħjar ma taħsibx wisq dwar kif seħħew l-affarijiet dakinhar. Li kieku ma kellekx tidħol il-Belt biex tagħmel passaport ġdid għax kien appik li jiskadilek, bit-timbri kollha li kien fih tal-Ingilterra xhieda siekta ta’ kemm kien ilu jaqdi dmiru għalik, u li kieku ma ħlejtx għoxrin minuta tixrob cappuccino ġo dak il-café partikolari li għażilt għax dejjem iħajrek id-decor old-world Valletta tiegħu, u li kieku wara, bqajt ħiereġ mill-Belt, wara li lestejt dak li kellek tagħmel; u ejja ngħidu li kieku ma domtx għoxrin minuta fil-café iżda tmintax-il minuta, jew ħamsa u għoxrin, jew li kieku tħajjart, kif ġiek il-ħsieb għal sekonda tnejn meta għaddejt minn quddiem il-ħanut, li taqbeż qabża ġewwa u tara jekk kienx jgħodd għalik dak iż-żarbun li rajt fil-vetrina, li kieku li kieku... li kieku, xejn minn dak li ġara f’ħajtek ma kien jiġri. Li kieku, ħajtek kieku min jaf fejn kienet tieħdok? Post isbaħ? Agħar? Li kieku, li kieku, li kieku. Li sar sar. Għalhekk aħjar ma taħsibx wisq dwar dik l-għodwa, għax għalxejn, u għax iċ-ċansis huma li tispiċċa tiġġennen jekk tippersisti f’eżerċizzju ta’ futilità totali li jġib biss disprament quddiem iċ-ċokon ta’ kull individwu meta tqis il-biljuni ta’ mumenti żgħar li f’katina, wieħed wara l-ieħor, isegwu ’l xulxin u jiffurmaw kif ġie ġie l-illużjoni assurda ta’ xmara ta’ ħajja waħda, sħiħa, integra, li l-bniedem mingħalih li jiddedċiedi hu fejn tieħdu.

I will give you the hearts of your enemies.

To seek these far-off blue places is, for Eberhardt, to seek oblivion. And to seek oblivion is, for Eberhardt, to be a smoker of kif. “An open wound,” she describes a den of kif.