Quotessence
Home / Authors / Max Gladstone Biography

Max Gladstone Biography

Author

Related Quotes

“She did feel everything she’d said. The despair. Who wouldn’t, if they were paying attention? But you didn’t feel it all the time. You walled it up with purpose. With friendship. With vows and work. And you reminded yourself that it was not just you who felt this way, that there were others out there with their own pits and walls and vows and love and work, and you tried to let that make you kind.”

PurposeFriendshipKindnessDespairIsolation
Book:Last Exit
Create image

“The key difference between gods and men in the manner of their dying was that men possessed only two deep obligations: to the earth, from which came their flesh, and to the stars, from which came their soul. Neither earth nor stars were particularly concerned about the return on their investment. Humans were very good at adding order to the earth, and enlivening the world of the stars with ideas and myth. When a human being died, nobody had a vested interest in keeping her around.”

LifeGodDeathHumanityHumanGods
Book:Three Parts Dead
Create image

“The thought of your disembodied network repulses me, but I look at you, Red, and see much of myself: a desire to be apart, sometimes, to under stand who I am without the rest. And what I retum to, the me-ness that I know as pure, inescapable self is hunger. Desire. Longing, this longing to possess, to become, to break like a wave on a rock and reform, and break again, and wash away. This is a necessary part of any ecosystem, but it unsettles others, this inability to be satisfied. It is diffcult-it is very difficult, to befriend where you wish to consume, to find those who, when they ask "Do I have you still", when they end a letter with "Yours", mean it in any substantive way.”

LoveSelf
Book:This Is How You Lose the Time War
Create image

“We are not complete in ourselves without others, without a world to complement our self-conception—and were we to become so complete, we could not bear it! The fullness of ourselves would break us. We burn. The point of Figment/Fragment/Filament”—claws spread to encompass the whole warehouse space—“is to reflect, refract the beauty of physical form, the glorious futility of our quest for complete knowledge, mastery, or independence.”

SelfIdentityOthersSelf Conception
Book:The Ruin of Angels
Create image

“What is this thing we call form, and to what extent do we comprehend our own forms? I have a form, surely, as do you, and let us grant that we’re both conscious even though certain philosophers would argue that assertion—fortunately they’re not here. So! Both conscious. But we have imperfect knowledge of our own forms, let alone our own selves—consider the human man, his last self-image formed at the age of twenty-five, surprised by wrinkles on his forehead as he looks in the bathroom mirror. Deathless Kings’ residual physicalities endure long after they’ve become skeletons—and they perform premortem exercises to stem mental fragmentation. You’d be surprised how frequently and how widely mental image and physical form differ.”

PhilosophyFormConsciousnessIdentityPerceptionSelf ImageMental Image
Book:The Ruin of Angels
Create image