Zoltan Quotes

Goals want to realize themselves.

Always have a 'Plan C

Since when did you know anything about mimicking bird calls, Zoltan?’ ‘That’s the whole point. If you hear a strange, unrecognisable sound, you’ll know it’s me.

The waves of changes propel advancement.

Goals want to be realized as soon as they're created.

The whole problem is wealth redistribution. How can we create equal opportunities for people around the globe? Seems impossible in short term, but it is the ultimate goal of the future.

If I stress about a goal, I won't remember to find the way to get there.

The team that keeps winning is not the most talented but the most hard-working.

After making all the mistakes, every player has a chance to turn the outcome of the game around by making the right moves next.

The only boundaries for you are those, you place in yourself.

AI won‘t be fool proof in the future since it will only as good as the data and information that we give it to learn. It could be the case that simple elementary tricks could fool the AI algorithm and it may serve a complete waste of output as a result.

Humility is not an attribute but a key to development.

Digger motioned to Zoltan. “What about that one? He has funny eyes. Could be an alien.” “He’s Zoltan, a vampire like me,” Phineas explained. “Are you sure? Zoltan sounds like an alien planet.

One common problem with AI is it will lack in common sense and creative thinking. These two fields are not nearly on the table if we are speaking about AGI. This is why I personally think that humans and AI need to handle together the global decision-making process.

The American Dream has become a death sentence of drudgery, consumerism, and fatalism: a garage sale where the best of the human spirit is bartered away for comfort, obedience and trinkets. It's unequivocally absurd.

Damn.” Phineas turned the Big Boy off, then noticed he’d left the box on the bed. Damn, had Zoltan seen it? He stuffed the phallus back into the box, but must have jammed too hard, for it started wiggling again. “Stop it.” He punched a button, but it merely increased its speed, the tip spiraling in wild circles. Damn! He watched in horror. It was like a whirlybird on steroids! How could a man compete with that? He ripped the balls off it and emptied out the batteries. “Die, you freakin’ dildo, die!

Wow, you figured that out all on your own, too. I’m impressed. You didn’t even need to put a quarter in the Zoltan machine. Truly amazing. (Varyk)

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

I remember when I left Hungary," Zoltan said, "understanding so completely that literature could save me as much as it could get me killed. Of course it's not like that here. But isn't it funny, that in some ways the price one pays for freedom of speech is ... a kind of indifference.

It's no use here anymore," Jethro said, "I'm utterly disillusioned with our progress in this klutzy, religion-addicted country.

I predict a bad end for your race, humans,' Zoltan Chivay said grimly. 'Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want , poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it's easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people's mishaps. When there's hunger you don't want want to share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. The practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest.

What seems worst of all, though, is that even the leaders don't recognize this. The greatest danger of the whole mess is that all this Western-American conditioning has been on autopilot for centuries. Nobody is in control of it anymore. It's a mindless goliath wandering the Earth, devouring lives, erasing potential, and following its every whim—regardless of how irrational, obscene, uneducated, enslaving, or backwards its actions are. The American Dream has become a death sentence of drudgery, consumerism, and fatalism: a garage sale where the best of the human spirit is bartered away for comfort, obedience and trinkets. It's unequivocally absurd.

Let the juices that are stirred into new life flow at this creative bloodletting of our artistic beings. (Zoltan Galos)

Dandelion spoke first; elaborately, fluently, colourfully and volubly, embellishing his tale with ornaments so beautiful and fanciful they almost obscured the fibs and confabulations. Then the Witcher spoke. He spoke the same truth, and spoke so dryly, boringly and flatly that Dandelion couldn’t bare it and kept butting in, for which the dwarves reprimanded him. And then the story was over and a lengthy silence fell. 'To the archer Milva!' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup. 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist who entertained the travellers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake. And to Angoulême, whom I never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. May they have in the beyond plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let’s drink to them.

The bold code of the transhumanist will rise. That's an inevitable, undeniable fact. It's embedded in the undemocratic nature of technology and our own teleological evolutionary advancment. It is the future. We are the future like it or not. And it needs to molded, guided, and handled correctly by the strength and wisdom of transhumanist scientists with their nations and resources standing behind them, facilitating them. It needs to be supported in a way that we can make a successful transition into it, and not sacrifice ourselves—either by its overwhelming power or by a fear of harnessing that power. You need to put your resources into the technology. Into our education system. Into our universities, industries, and ideas. Into the strongest of our society. Into the brightest of our society. Into the best of our society So that we can attain the future.

From our first day alive on this planet, they began teaching society everything it knows and experiences. It was all brainwashing bullshit. Their trio of holy catechisms is: faith is more important than reason; inputs are more important than outcomes; hope is more important than reality. It was designed to choke your independent thinking and acting—to bring out the lowest common denominator in people—so that vast amounts of the general public would literally buy into sponsorship and preservation of their hegemonic nation. Their greatest achievement was the creation of the two-party political system; it gave only the illusion of choice, but never offered any change; it promised freedom, but only delivered more limits. In the end, you got stuck with two leading loser parties and not just one. It completed their trap of underhanded domination, and it worked masterfully. Look anywhere you go. America is a nation of submissive, dumbed-down, codependent, faith-minded zombies obsessed with celebrity gossip, buying unnecessary goods, and socializing without purpose on their electronic gadgets. The crazy thing is that people don't even know it; they still think they're free. Everywhere, people have been made into silent accomplices in the government's twisted control game. In the end, there is no way out for anyone.

But you don’t even know how to destroy things wisely,’ Zoltan griped, ordering yet another attempt to pull a wheel out of a hole. ‘Why can’t you remove the stones gradually, from the edges of the road? You’re like children! Instead of eating a doughnut systematically, you gouge the jam out with a finger and then throw away the rest because it’s not sweet any more.

My wife is also particularly fond of vampire romance.” Zoltan swallowed so hard that his eyes watered. “Are you serious? Do people really write those? And read them?” “I’m afraid so, my lord. They appear to be quite popular.” “Why?” Zoltan set the glass down. “We’re dead half the time. And until recently, we couldn’t father children.” Domokos’s mouth twitched. “I believe the writers are focusing on your other attributes, my lord.

But I was awake, sitting by the window looking down at the trailer and Mr. Zoltan's truck. I could not sleep. That is how it is with folks my age. We take naps during the day, and then we cannot sleep at night. I think that it is because God is getting us ready for the grave. Is that right? Did He ever tell you? ("The Little Stranger")

I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.

Anything that uses unbroken, infallible logic will, by its nature, attain pure evil.

Reflections, Musings and reviewing personal experiences through different angles of light... What is inside us is out there as well. (Zoltan Galos)

This continuous monologue that seeks to become a dialogue... (Zoltan Galos)

Silly human is trying to get himself killed. Zoltan turned toward the voice but saw only a dog resting on a porch a few houses down the road.

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.’ ‘That

You can be certain I’ll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

It’s time you gave up your secrets, Geralt,’ Zoltan grimaced. ‘Dandelion hasn’t told us much we didn’t know. You can’t help it if you’re a walking legend. They re-enact stories of your adventures in puppet theatres. Like the story about you and an enchantress by the name of Guinevere.’ ‘Yennefer,’ Regis corrected in hushed tones. ‘I saw that one. It was the story of a hunt for a genie, if my memory serves me correctly.

°So, if I understand correctly, the linear physical life is infinitely simple compared to the knowledge of the conscious sphere°

Transhumanists have a unique definition: Death is a malfunction of the human experience.

Let’s read too much because otherwise we risk reading too little.

Give every sane and rational person a big red button to push to achieve instantaneous omnipotence, and all of them would quickly jam their fingers down on it.

To Milva the Archer.' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup, 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist, he entertained the travelers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake, and to Angoulême whom i never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. My they have in the beyond, plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let us drink to them.

Jethro, be reasonable. I'm here by order of the President. Do you understand? The President of the United States—the most powerful man in the world.” “Anyone who swears on a Bible to get inaugurated into his job doesn't qualify as powerful to me.

This powerful psychological addiction of worrying about what others think of you, and about what is socially acceptable to others, has been systematically instilled in humans for thousands of years, perpetrated by every world religion, ethnicity, and government.

What prompts alarm in me is how you and your government want to ruin not only the potential of this of this country, but also the path of those who are going to transition into more advanced beings in search of immortality and omnipotence, and maybe even participate in a great singularity. These advances are going to pass, one way or another. And your current second-rate moral system—your weak, pretend-God-will-take-care-of-us bullshit—is a waste for our species' possibilities. You people want to pretend that democracy, religious inspiration, and unbridled consumerism are going to last forever and carry us all to bliss; that the American Dream is right around the next corner for everyone. you spend hundreds of billions of dollars on lazy welfare recipients, on mentally challenged people, on uneducated repeat criminals, on obese second-rate citizens bankrupting our medical system, on murderous war machines fighting for oil and your oligarchy's pet projects in far off places. All so you maintain your puny forms of power and sleep better at night.

There was talk about a great victory in this war; it was so important that… That this war put an end to all wars.’ Sheldon Skaggs snorted, spitting beer onto his beer. Zoltan Chivay roared with laughter. ‘What do you think, gentlemen?’ Now it was Dennis Cranmer’s turn to burst out laughing. Yarpen Zigrin retained his seriousness. He studied the young man attentively and seemed concerned. ‘Son,’ he said very seriously. ‘Look. There, sitting at the counter is Evangelina Parr. She is admittedly, substantial. Indeed, even great. But despite her actions, not one whore can put an end to all whores.

When, some months later, Zoltan emailed me about his decision to run for president, I immediately called him. The first thing I asked was what his wife thought of the plan. “Well, in a way,” he said, “it was Lisa who gave me the idea. Remember how I said she wanted me to do something concrete, get some kind of a proper job?” “I do,” I said. “Although I’m guessing running for president on the immortality platform was not what she had in mind.” “That’s correct,” he confirmed. “It took a little while for her to come around to the idea.” “How did you break it to her?” “I left a note on the refrigerator,” he said, “and went out for a couple hours.

I wanted to understand people. Mostly, why folks don’t care about one other, just keep to themselves. Why their close friends and relatives would only matter until they really need them emotionally. I wanted to know why if somebody new and interesting comes along, then the old friends are dropped. People’s behaviors baffled me.

«Non prevedo nulla di buono per la vostra razza», disse cupo Zoltan Chivay. «A questo mondo ogni creatura intelligente che cada in povertà, in miseria e in disgrazia è abituata a unirsi ai propri simili, perché insieme è più facile resistere ai tempi difficili, perché ci si aiuta a vicenda. Invece tra voi umani ognuno bada solo a come guadagnare sulla miseria altrui. Quando c’è una carestia non si divide il cibo, ma si mangiano i più deboli. Un procedimento del genere si riscontra fra i lupi, permette di sopravvivere agli esemplari più sani e più forti. Ma tra le razze intelligenti di solito una simile selezione permette di sopravvivere e di dominare ai peggiori figli di puttana. Traete da soli conclusioni e previsioni.»

Their management and regulation of our lives spans the total spectrum of American experience, from their obtuse Imperial Measurement System, to their irregularity-strangled English language. From their lobbyist-ruled government bureaucracy, to their consumer-oriented religious holidays like Christmas. From their brainless professional sports jocks cast as heroes, to their anorexic supermodels warping the concept of beauty. These are the people who made sugary colas more important that water; fast food more important than health; television sitcoms more important than reading literature. They made smoking a joint in your home a crime; going out in public without your hair tinted an embarrassment; and accidentally carrying a half-filled bottle of baby formula on an airplane a terrorist act. Do you realize 85 percent of Americans still say 'God bless you' after someone sneezes? And that 'In God We Trust' is on every single dollar in circulation? Or that 'One nation under God' is recited everyday in the Pledge of Allegiance by millions of impressionable kids?

Currently, many transhuman scientists were secretly working at night on their projects in university labs. Or in their own garages with inferior scientific equipment bought secondhand off the Internet. Many used their own negligible funds and resources to try to accomplish their research. Some were Nobel Prize recipients who were all but outcasts in their own nation. It was an appalling, embarrassing way to move their immensely promising fields ahead. Perhaps, if we all go back to riding bicycles and living in teepees we’ll solve global warming too, thought Dr. Cohen, disheartened. He wondered whether the world was teetering on the brink of a second Dark Ages. His mind flashed to Galileo, Copernicus, and Giordano Bruno—scientists who were chastised or burned at the stake for their revolutionary ideas that later propelled civilization forward. Why are people always so stupid and afraid? thought Dr. Cohen in dour frustration, running fingers through his mushroom hair.     Chapter

I’ve bought jewelry for women before,” Zoltan growled. “Not in my lifetime.

Legutóbb Hans Werner Henze néhány dolgozatát olvastam. Ő tudvalevőleg szintén a tizenkétfokú zenével kezdte. És most itt azt írja, hogy huszonnégy óra alatt meg tudná tanítani a borbélyát vagy a pincérét arra, hogy miképpen kell modern zenét írni, és hogy salzburgi mester-tanfolyamaira senkit sem vesz fel, aki be nem bizonyítja, hogy teljesen otthonos a hagyományos összhangzattanban és az ellenpontban.

Egyébként nem felel meg a történelmi igazságnak, ha azt mondják, hogy a mesterek műveit a maguk korában nem ismerték el. Ez részben optikai tévedés is. Régebben tudniillik mindig csak egy igen kis körnek volt alkalma rá, hogy az újdonságokhoz jusson. Ez azonban mindig nagy lelkesedéssel fogadta az új műveket. Hajlamos volnék azt mondani, hogy az új zenét mindig csak a kortársak tudják igazán megérteni. Mennyi mindent kell például ahhoz tanulnunk, hogy Shakespeare-t nyelvileg, történelmileg, eszmeileg egyáltalán megértsük. Ami a kortársak számára magától értetődő volt, az a rengeteg utalás, a mi számunkra érthetetlen. Csak a kortársak tudják az újdonságokat igazán megérteni; száz év múlva már lábjegyzetekre van szükség. Hogy Goethét megértsük, ahhoz is szükség van rájuk.

A hagyományos anyagot nem lehet kimeríteni, mint ahogy azt általában mondják. De egy új komponistának legalább egy új eszmét is kell magával hoznia. Végülis, a népdal is csak zenei nyelv és nem eszme. Az eszmét a zeneszerzőnek kell adnia, még ha ezt a nyelvet használja is fel kifejezőeszközül. Ha nagyon szigorúan vesszük, Goethe olyan nyelven ír, amely a Hans Sachsétól nincs is olyan nagyon távol. Egyáltalán: egy nyelv átalakulása nagyon lassan folyik le. Az olasz nyelv Dante óta csak keveset változott. A mostani költőknek csak új ideákat kell ebbe a hagyományos nyelvbe öltöztetni. Ha az embernek vannak eszméi, akkor az nem is probléma. De manapság ezt elfelejtik. Nem az anyagot kell megújítani, hanem az eszméknek kell az anyagot megújítani, nem mint anyagot, hanem mint ezeknek az új gondolatoknak szükségszerű kifejezését. Különben azt gondolom, hogy a dodekafon zene hulláma máris szűnőfélben van. Nem Ansermet az egyetlen, aki ezt tudományosan kimutatta – talán egy kissé túl filozofikusan, mert hiszen oly gyakran hivatkozik Husserlre. Ezt a zenét normális ember egyszerűen nem értheti meg, és ezt nem kell Husserinek bizonyítania. Az ember egyszerűen az érzései szerint reagál erre – ahogy az állat is elfordul attól, ami nincs ínyére.

(…) Stockhausen egy indulatos cikket írt arról, milyen kevéssé támogatják az avantgardistákat. Az egyik kénytelen volt elmenni áruházi eladónak, csakhogy eltengődhessék, egy másik pláne tanítani kényszerült. Hallatlan! Hát végre is Johann Sebastian Bachnak is tanítania kellett, méghozzá latin nyelvet is, nemcsak zenét. És mégis volt ideje arra, hogy kétezer művet írjon, azokat nem is számítva, amelyek elvesztek.

Sokkal könnyebb, ha a gyermek első zenetanára az édesanyja.

A mi fiataljaink úgy gondolják, hogy a népzenei kincset a mi generációnk már kimerítette, nekik valami új után kell körülnézniök és ezt az újat egyelőre a tizenkétfokú zenében találják meg. De itt van figyelmeztetésül Ansermet könyve (amit – sajnos – csak nagyon kevesen olvasnak ; bámulatos, hogy milyen kevesen olvasnak franciául! Remélhetőleg a fordítások – németül, angolul, olaszul, oroszul – majd meghozzák az eredményt); ez egyértelműen bebizonyítja, hogy ez a fajta zenei nyelv az emberi fül számára nonsens, mert az ember csak hangrelációkat tud felfogni. Egyes hangokat, amelyek egymással semmiféle összefüggésben sincsenek, a fül nem képes felfogni, az ezekből álló dodekafon témákat nem tudja értelmes egészként elfogadni.

I predict a bad end for your race, humans,’ Zoltan Chivay said grimly. ‘Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want, poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it’s easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you, humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps.

humans,’ Zoltan Chivay said grimly. ‘Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want, poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it’s easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you, humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest. Come to your own conclusions and make your own predictions.’ Dandelion

Similarly, in the United States, immigration has largely displaced class and race as the chief reason why Americans vote for Republican candidates, according to data by political scientists Zoltan Hajnal and Marisa Abrajano.10 The

When I was young, my friends and I always tested the PIs level of patience. For example, when synthesizing the specialties of old-days, the one-time risk of eating those dishes was calculated for minutes. Of course, in the end, we always wolfed down the unique meals they declared inedible. For example, the so-called hamburger we wanted to eat forced the PIs to assess the scale of risks while we were slurping up a half a deciliter of synthesized fat.

Bias is not at all a sign of intelligence, especially if it has nothing to do with the truth.

Bertha is not a mad woman. She is an angry woman. Patriarchy likes to confuse these two things.

A willingness to survive is about believing in the possibility of a better future. Survival is about hope, and hope in moments of despair is virtuous.

I predict a bad end for your race, humans,” Zoltan Chivay said grimly. “Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want, poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it’s easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you, humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest. Come to your own conclusions and make your own predictions.

We looked, and there were positively tons of snails. So we took a sack and caught a load of the deer mollusks, as many as we could stuff in it... A lot of them escaped, Zoltan Chivay nodded, we were a tad drunk and they're devilish fast.

The Holocaust, in all its vast complexity, was their home country. Its economy defined them, its laws resettled them, and its language was the base they were always translating from.

As pretentious and lofty as it might sound, the point of treating any text as sacred is to learn to treat one another as sacred.

It was all brainwashing bullshit. Their trio of holy catechisms is: faith is more important than reason; inputs are more important than outcomes; hope is more important than reality. It was designed to choke your independent thinking and acting—to bring out the lowest common denominator in people—so

Their management and regulation of our lives spans the total spectrum of American experience, from their obtuse Imperial Measurement System, to their irregularity-strangled English language. From their lobbyist-ruled government bureaucracy, to their consumer-oriented religious holidays like Christmas. From their brainless professional sports jocks cast as heroes, to their anorexic supermodels warping the concept of beauty. These are the people who made sugary colas more important than water; fast food more important than health; television sitcoms more important than reading literature. They made smoking a joint in your home a crime; going out in public without your hair tinted an embarrassment; and accidentally carrying a half-filled bottle of baby formula on an airplane a terrorist act. Do you realize 85 percent of Americans still say ‘God bless you’ after someone sneezes? And that ‘In God We Trust’ is on every U.S. dollar in circulation? Or that ‘One nation under God’ is recited every day in the Pledge of Allegiance by millions of impressionable kids?

The Three Laws:   1) A transhumanist must safeguard one's own existence above all else.   2) A transhumanist must strive to achieve omnipotence as expediently as possible—so long as one's actions do not conflict with the First Law.   3) A transhumanist must safeguard value in the universe—so long as one's actions do not conflict with the First and Second Laws.

Phoo,” Zoltan said to me. “Legal system. Police. All playground stuff humans invented to amuse themselves. It’s got nothing to do with real power.

the happiness of every artist fits into my palm" says the homeless with no arms "when i had my hands i wrote beautiful pieces of poetry the poems were nesting under my nails i just had to snap with my fingers and rhymes were born" there

was said that victory in this great war is so important, because … because it’s the great war to end all wars.’ Sheldon Skaggs snorted and spat beer down his beard. Zoltan Chivay burst out laughing. ‘Don’t you believe so, gentlemen?’ Now it was Dennis Cranmer’s turn to snort. Yarpen Zigrin remained serious, looking intently and seemingly with concern at the boy. ‘Look, son,’ he said at last, very seriously. ‘Evangelina Parr is sitting at the bar. She is, one must admit, large. Why, even enormous. But in spite of her size, beyond all doubt, she isn’t a whore to end all whores.’ Turning into a narrow and deserted alley, Dennis Cranmer stopped. ‘I

Jethro, however, rarely listened to people. Or noticed them at all. Even if he looked a person directly in the eye, he often failed to recognize anything of utility. Jethro perceived their presence, the space they took up, the resources they used on his planet. His brain interpreted the matter and energy they possessed, but unless there was potential for something useful to him, he may as well have been looking at a rock, or a weed, or a broken, outmoded piece of furniture in a junkyard. Jethro only took notice of values, not people.

That's what does it-- that moment where you think you're lost, and then discover that you're not, that you've never really left. There's something that happens in that incredible tiny no-time, and that something is like the revelation of learning.

Dandelion spoke first; elaborately, fluently, colourfully and volubly, embellishing his tale with ornaments so beautiful and fanciful they almost obscured the fibs and confabulations. Then the Witcher spoke. He spoke the same truth, and spoke so dryly, boringly and flatly that Dandelion couldn’t bear it and kept butting in, for which the dwarves reprimanded him. And then the story was over and a lengthy silence fell. “To the archer Milva!” Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup. “To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist who entertained the travellers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake. And to Angoulême, whom I never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. May they have in the beyond plenty of whatever they were short of on earth.

For me, it took this Zoltan to make me understand why the Europeans are not coming to Israel for its beaches anymore. It’s much more exciting to catch a Jew than to catch the sun. It’s called habit. You can pause your hatred because of an uncomfortable Auschwitz moment, as the Europeans did a few decades ago, but to completely erase the habit of hatred is a much harder task.

Nice weapon,’ Geralt said, glancing at the sword, which Zoltan had drawn from its lacquered scabbard wrapped in tabby cat skins. ‘But it won’t be necessary.’ ‘Interesting,’ Zoltan repeated. ‘So are we just going to stand here looking at each other? Just wait until that relic feels threatened? Or should we withdraw and ask some Nilfgaardians for help? What do you suggest, monster slayer?’ ‘Fetch the ladle and the cauldron lid from the wagon.’ ‘What?’ ‘Don’t question his authority, Zoltan,’ Dandelion chipped in. Percival Schuttenbach scurried off to the wagon and soon returned with the requested objects. The Witcher winked at the company and then began to beat the ladle against the lid with all his strength. ‘Stop it! Stop it!’ Zoltan Chivay screamed a moment later, covering his ears with his hands. ‘You’ll break the fucking ladle! The beast’s run off! He’s gone, for pox’s sake!

The Witcher winked at the company and then began to beat the ladle against the lid with all his strength. ‘Stop it! Stop it!’ Zoltan Chivay screamed a moment later, covering his ears with his hands. ‘You’ll break the fucking ladle! The beast’s run off! He’s gone, for pox’s sake!

they wouldn’t have to freeze their butts off riding out to meet Zoltan.

I think the choice to love someone should be made every day, maybe every hour. That's what makes it special. That’s what makes it authentic. In general, anything that limits options—except the option to be stupid or wrong—is mistaken.

I shall careen through the alphabet of love until I meet a zoologist from Zanzibar named Zoltan, then I will settle down for good," said Iris. "Just him, me, and the lower primates." "That's not what we call children," said Gwen sternly...

[US futurist and trans-humanism advocate Zoltan Istvan] argues libertarian cience advocates are needed in today's political environment, warning that technology-centric risk-takers are required as a reaction against the rise of ultra-conservative religious ideologies that threaten to stifle not just advances in AI, driverless cars, stem cell research, drones and genetic editing, but also immigration, women's rights and the environment. (p.112-3)

[US futurist and trans-humanism advocate Zoltan Istvan] argues libertarian science advocates are needed in today's political environment, warning that technology-centric risk-takers are required as a reaction against the rise of ultra-conservative religious ideologies that threaten to stifle not just advances in AI, driverless cars, stem cell research, drones and genetic editing, but also immigration, women's rights and the environment.

I worked with a woman who exemplified this condition beautifully. She had been raised from early childhood on conflict. She, her mother, and her father were in a constant fight. After a few months in group therapy, where she battled with group members, things settled down. As she became more comfortable with the group, her sweetness began to show itself. This drew a complimentary response from one of the group members who had previously detested her. After the group session, she sent me the following email.

He had to keep repeating Zoltan’s formula: “I am an art lover, and do not take sides on political questions.” To himself he said: “It’s exactly like living with Irma!

You can be certain I will,” Geralt said, taking the sword and slinging it across his back. “You can be certain I’ll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

Five minutes, Ms. Buckland." Mimi, Chef Zoltan Farnsworth's assistant, poked her head into the closet I'd been given to use as a dressing room.

difficult. Nearly impossible, actually. He made mine vanish instantaneously. I’ve never heard of anyone capable of doing that.” “Guys, don’t worry about that yet,” Nicola said supportively. “I mean, we came here to get his attention, right? And we just did that. Now all we have to do is wait and see when he—” But before she could finish her sentence, the infamous Xavier appeared behind them. Aside from his golden cloak and somewhat messy hair, he was the spitting image of Zoltan. If it wasn’t for the fourteen-year age gap, you’d have thought they were twins. “You’re even weaker than I thought!” Xavier said loudly. “I can’t believe they sent you to Earth. You’re not capable of controlling the weather here!” As they had planned, Zoltan began taunting his evil brother. “Gimme a break,” he said. “I could’ve

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predict a bad end for your race, humans,’ Zoltan Chivay said grimly. ‘Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want, poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it’s easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you, humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest. Come to your own conclusions and make your own predictions.

I predict a bad end for your race, humans,’ Zoltan Chivay said grimly. ‘Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want, poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it’s easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you, humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people’s mishaps. When there’s hunger you don’t share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. This practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest.

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Is dealing with a tragic past easier when the future is infinite?

this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

We’ll do a bit of reconnaissance. If it’s safe, I’ll make a call like a sparrow hawk.’ ‘Like a sparrow hawk?’ said Munro Bruys, anxiously moving his chin. ‘Since when did you know anything about mimicking bird calls, Zoltan?’ ‘That’s the whole point. If you hear a strange, unrecognisable sound, you’ll know it’s me.

Life is essentially a choice between pursuing personal godhood or dust.

Understand that I will make mistakes but will accept them humbly, and not justify myself to them; instead, I will learn from them, and will make fewer and fewer mistakes as the years pass.