Quotes From "The White Luck Warrior" By R. Scott Bakker

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not...
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Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools. R. Scott Bakker
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Zsoronga, Sorweel was beginning to realize, possessed the enviable ability to yoke his conviction to his need – to believe, absolutely, whatever his heart required. For Sorweel, belief and want always seemed like ropes too short to bind together, forcing him to play the knot as a result. R. Scott Bakker
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We belittle what we cannot bear. We make figments out of fundamentals, all in the name of preserving our own peculiar fancies. The best way to secure one's own deception is to accuse others of deceit. R. Scott Bakker
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It is strange the way trauma deadens curiosity. To suffer cruelty in excess is to be delivered from care. The human heart sets aside its questions when the future is too capricious. This is the irony of tribulation. To know the world will never be so bad. R. Scott Bakker
Gods are but greater demons,
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Gods are but greater demons, " the Cishaurim said, "hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this? R. Scott Bakker
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The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save their wives and children. Their tribes and their nations. If they learn that the world, their world, slips into ruin behind them, that their wives and daughters may perish for want of their shields, their swords, the Host of Hosts would melt about the edges, then collapse. R. Scott Bakker
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Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy. R. Scott Bakker
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You can count the bruises on your heart easily enough, but numbering sins is a far tricker matter. Men are eternally forgetting for their benefit. They leave it to the World to remeber, and to the Outside to call them to harsh accout. One hundred Heavens .. . for one thousand Hells. R. Scott Bakker