Proxy Alex London Quotes

Destiny is just the inevitable result of choice, from the choices that came before us to the choices we make. They are a river that can only flow in one direction.

Nature cannot be reprogrammed forever. Humans are not meant to run like software. You cannot hack the human condition.

He found that worry was a completely renewable resource. The more he had, the more he got.

The only people who couldn't understand the brutal lengths others would go to for money were the people who'd never been without it.

Laugh a little Syd," Knox said. "Life is too short for perpetual misery.

Honesty was its own kind of peace.

He wondered if anyone really ever changed, or if stuff just piled on and on, covering up, but never erasing all the different parts. How deep would you have to dig to find who you started out as?

Being alive and living aren't the same.

We should all get a little forgiveness—without it, there can be no kindness.

I'd burn the world down if it would make you smile

I believe you, Knox...And I don't care...Got it? I believe you're sorry. I. Don't. Care. I don't want your sorry. Live with your guilt. It's the one debt you owe me and I don't ever, ever want it repaid.

Some things are more important that any one person.

In the end, someone would have to pay for it. Everything costs.

It's not easy to throw your life away, even for a good reason, even when it's the right thing to do. It was simple enough. Debt or no: Syd did not want to die.

Nothing mystical about destiny. Destiny is just the inevitable result of choice, from the choices that came before us to the choices we make. They are a river that can only flow in one direction.

It was good to be admired for something. Everyone should feel that way sometimes, he thought.

Amnesia was a soldier's best friend, and luckily, it could be taught. Missing limbs still ache, but missing memories never do.

Caring costs.

A life for a life. All debts have to be repaid.

He grinned and then pulled Syd's face to him, pressing their lips together. At first Syd flinched, then he relaxed and let his hands fall to Knox's side. The battle around them vanished, the world that was nd the world to come, all disappeared for one instant as their lips held on to one another.

Civilization without humanity was just a graveyard

It´s your life. Choose

His proxy turned and thrashed in his sleep, but Knox didn't wake him. His dreams, like everyone Else's, were his own. So were his nightmares.

Guilt. That might have been the only purely human feeling Knox had left.

Of course, it made no sense. The goat couldn't object or agree. The goat couldn't forgive. The goat didn't even know what was happening. Only humans could accept responsibility, and only humans could take on a debt. Only humans could stand in for one another...A goat would always be a goat, but humans can change how they define one another and how they define themselves. That was civilization.

Every revolution believes it can return something that has been lost, but nothing is ever the same. The only thing that edures are people.

At the birth of a new world, there will be always pain.

He just hoped.

This is bigger than you," said Mr. Baram. "You can bring down this whole system. Erase the data that enslaves so many. Jubilee. Freedom. Forgiveness. Is that not enough?

Then he pulled Liam forward and pressed their lips together. The kiss was no longer than a second, but in that second, any walls between them fell. Liam's body was Syd's body; Syd's mind was Liam's mind. someones eyelashes tickled and they drew apart

Those who were defiant, like Marie, would defy until they dropped dead. The maudlin would weep and the deal makers would bargain and the jokers would joke, but every last one of them would die.

He let Liam stand in front of him so he could lean on his bodyguard's shoulder. It was hard to stay standing...

The moment my son died my own heartbeat turned against me

A man with success had interests to protect. A man with nothing was far more dangerous.

A grudge was just another debt owed.

Know must look the same. He'd never thought he'd be someone with tired eyes. Never thought, he'd stare across a fire at a girl who had them, a girl who'd lied to him and insulted him and, really, when it came down to it, ruined his life. He never thought he'd want to keep staring at her. (The Frog Prince Story.

They understood what had really held the market together before. Violence. After all, what good was a debt if the creditor couldn't compel it to be paid?

He was a real-life soldier playing soldier from his memories of made up soldiers.

... but she believed and that was the price of belief. It gave no discounts to friendship (p370)

Knox's father shrugged. "They're children. We don't need their forgiveness.

He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he could dream about his dead friends and maybe, until the sun came up, feel like he wasn't all alone.

(Yovel) "Jubilee," said Maire. "The day when all debts are forgiven."..."Yes," said Mr.Baram. "In the old holy books, there was a commandment that every fifty years, all debts were to be forgiven, all slaves were to be freed and all property returned. You are marked with the word of that commandment.

Again, Syd had that feeling, the past as an echo, repeating itself as it faded. The poor had longed for Jubilee to save them from the powerful, and now the one-time patrons longed for the Machine to do the same. Every revolution believes it can return something that had been lost, but nothing is ever the same. The only thing that endures are people. Syd saw that clearly now, and perhaps so too did Marie. You could serve a revolution, an idea that ended up an echo if itself, or you could serve people, with their maddening contradictions. You couldn't serve both. You had to choose.

Remaking the world wasn't always a stage show and a cheering crowd. Politics was just warfare by other means. The losers didn't get to hold rallies.

If they were going together, they needed to go as people, not as ideas.

I believe you, Knox," said Syd, his voice so soft that Knox had to lean toward him to hear. "And I don’t care," Syd whispered. "Got it? I believe you’re sorry. I. Don’t. Care. I don’t want your sorry. Live with your guilt. It’s the one debt you owe me and I don’t ever, ever want it repaid.

I'm not an easy guy to protect. I don't need easy.

But it was like the old religions. Repeat the prayers over and over for years and years and only later come to understand them.

Language formed the world, and if they could reform language, they could reform thought.