Spurrier Quotes

Broken ain't the same as worthless. And sometimes the fix is worse than the break.

Evil is just a measure of how much your choices take away other people's.

All of creation suffers, young ones. Only in accepting our own mortality can we make a difference. Only in bearing the burden of our failures can we find the strength to go on. Only in detachment from glory, or honour, or jealousy... from life itself can we hope to spare others from grief. We are Doom Eagles. And we are dead already. -- Librarian Secundus Thryn of the Doom Eagles

In quiet moments I can easily believe my spirit's so toxic, so noxious, that it repels people like the stench of rot. Better to keep to myself. Easier to push folks away than to watch them learn to hate you.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that stability requires far more effort to restore than to disrupt.

Some people don't have people, kid.

Little wonder he felt so often that he'd prolapsed all moral certainty.

Maybe it's not about being popular, eh? Maybe it's enough to be right.

Aboard the Executor, being useful is the only way to survive.

And then, like the end of a beautiful dream, everything fell apart.

A king...we need a king...Such delicious eyebrows...He's only got to ask...Hahahaha He's only got to wish...and the crown is hisssss.

On a long enough timeline, every story ends. Lives always fail. Love always fades. And every secret learned is one less thing to dream about.

So, say, when they're out in their little boats and they hear voices in the night, they forget whatever destination they had in mind and they go tearing straight towards the sound, screaming their heads off.

There's no seduction any more, diary. No subtlety. No tidy-yourself-up in this world. No need for personal pride. There's just the things you're prepared to do - for survival, for fulfillment, for whatever-the-hell-it-is you really need - and the things you're not.

One billion billion souls despise you. A single soul- so you say- loves you. You don't think this a bitter ratio?

There are idealists who make the world better, Kurt... and there are pragmatists who make it less awful.

A bad law is merely a rule. A good law has the flexibility to accommodate the human heart.

Ah, hell-I don’t know. Order, chaos, good, bad, light, dark—they’re all too big. Too abstract. Too simple to be really real.

Hello. I am Triple Zero: Human/cyborg relations and coercive agonies. I look forward to a long and enduring friendship based around your unanswered pleas for death.

The secrets we uncover will outlast the dreary ups and downs of regimes and rebellions alike.

Nada te envejece como una consciencia inesperada.

La lealtad no siempre es racional.

En el Imperio, la ley por encima de la lealtad.

Alguien inteligente dijo que si no se puede cambiar, lo mejor que puedes hacer es escudar a tus seres queridos de tus defectos.

Supongo que así es como se sopesa una vida, ¿no? (...) En si puedes o no vivir contigo misma. Cuando te quedas sola. Con tus decisiones.

The diseased figure in the throne gurgled quietly. Thick sludge dribbled obscenely from its mouth, curled into a dour sneer of defiance. Its bright eyes, arctic blue irises glimmering in the half light, tracked him as he moved. ‘Here,’ he said, placing the final auto-deploy charge in its pus-flecked lap.

If the plummeting vessel were anything other than perfect, sleek, silent and utterly efficient in every way then perhaps he wouldn’t be sitting there desperately trying to avoid the thought that was fighting for prominence in his mind. I’m going to die out there. He closed his eyes and wrestled his awareness back to the battledome on T’au.

As if overhearing her thoughts, the dropship’s AI chimed in with a sonorous announcement. ‘General alert,’ it warned, voice lifeless and cold. ‘Enemy ordnance seeking lock. Gridzone 3-5-2.

They smelt bitter, an aroma as unvaried and unsubtle as it was unpleasant, so unlike the rich pheromone language the tau enjoyed. These creatures were a race of clones, pink, frail and moist.

Typically, even in the most meteoric of careers, there were incremental gaps of at least four tau’cyrs between each rank. One became a shas’la upon graduation from the battledome, then a shas’ui, then a shas’vre. An elite few became shas’els and, in only the most exceptional cases, shas’os.

The blood drizzle didn’t fall. Where the chaotic splatter effervesced into the air it hung immobile, as if spraying across some invisible shape suspended above the ground. Like water falling on glass. –woop-woop-woop-woop– The lights went orange then yellow, flickering on and off with a dizzy, oscillating rhythm. A cold voice, piped mechanically throughout the vessel, declared: ‘Anomalous energy readings detected, all decks…