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“REAL people do not have to lie, exaggerate, or brag for they are self-contained in self-understanding and acceptance of themselves. REAL people can make a mistake knowing that even when they do, it is only a mistake and just because the outcome was not to their liking, they know…THEY are not a mistake. REAL have the attitude this is who I am…and I am good enough, right now…just as I am. People who have chosen REAL have already clicked their heals together and returned home.”

“By the third week, it seemed like the civilized world was fighting a losing battle. There were riots, which led to anarchy. State militias had taken over, where the governments failed. The Union was facing its worst catastrophe, since the American Civil War. State officials were calling for the head of the president for failing his duty to his country.”

“The southern states were demanding a break from the Union for the second time in the history of the country. They wanted fences and walls put up to keep the virus in the north. Some were calling it karma for the American Civil War and for the removal of certain historic statues depicting Confederate heroes of the south. To make matters worse, states in the west also wished to secede from the Union”

“The city had an eerie abandoned feeling to it. There were cars on the roads, which created a few random obstacles to avoid, but they were unoccupied. People had given up trying to escape and, for some reason, left their vehicles in a hurry, probably due to infected attackers.”

“Don't you have virgin blood to drink or something?' 'Virgin blood?' Castor smiled one of those devastating vampire smiles as he shoved a hand through his hair in very devil-may-care fashion. 'What kind of stories have you been reading about me?' 'I don't read any stories about you,' Lala huffed, but Evangeline swore there was a deeper colour on her cheeks. 'So it's just a coincidence that you're quoting one of them?' 'I know you drink blood,' she said. Castor's gaze turned heated. I'd like to drink your blood, it seemed to say.”

“What are you doing here?' Her lips twisted with displeasure. 'I just saved your friend's life.' Chaos replied sharply. And was it just Evangeline's imagination, or did he puff out his chest? ... 'Well, I'm here now, so-' Lala waved a hand toward the forest. 'Did you just dismiss me?' Castor asked. 'I tried,' Lala said.”

“Chaos quickly threw up his hands. 'You're not in danger. I'm here because a friend of ours needs help- your help. He's about to make a horrible decision and you need to change his mind before it's too late to save him. I'm not here to hurt you, Evangeline.' 'Then why don't you get the hell away from her,' growled Archer. Evangeline hadn't heard him approach. She just turned and suddenly Archer- Jacks- was there. It was easier to think of him as Jacks as she watched him, striding swiftly in between the crates, glaring at Chaos with murder in his eyes. 'I don't want you near her. Ever.' Jacks pulled out his sword, and before Chaos had time to speak, he shoved the blade right through his chest.”

“Survival isn’t a straight line, it’s messy. The body’s on strike, the mind doesn’t know if it’s losing or winning, and you’re stuck in the middle just trying to make sense of it. They say healing is supposed to be linear but it’s not, it’s chaos and contradictions, like trying to solve a math problem when half the numbers are missing. And still inside that disorder there’s a strange clarity, because the real victory isn’t beating the illness, it’s showing up anyway, it’s laughing when nothing feels funny, it’s finding love in the moments that don’t add up. I don’t know if I’m really getting better, maybe that’s the point, maybe it’s not about better or worse at all, maybe it’s just about showing up in the middle of the chaos and realizing that’s kind of beautiful too.”

“After months - after years - of chaos and life-threatening situations and people stabbing me for no good reason, we'd somehow managed to find a moment to breathe. That didn't just deserve to be enjoyed. It deserved to be celebrated, held up as proof that the world was a good place and didn't actually need to be destroyed in order for me to have a nap.”

“The weakening of the state and the emergence of failed states contribute to a fourth image of a world in anarchy. This paradigm emphasises the decline of governmental authority, the disintegration of states, the intensification of ethnic, religious and tribal conflicts, the rise of international criminal organisations, refugee numbers growing into the tens of millions, the proliferation of nuclear and other weapons of mass destruction, the spread of terrorism and the prevalence of mass murder and ethnic cleansing.”

“As melancholia replaced the jarring of my invention, I sat. Unable to breathe in the smog I had created, unable to stand on my betraying legs, unable to howl at the heavens over my sordid soul. In this inferno, I became paroxysmic, my self-hatred, superparamount, numbness dulling the agony of such a devilish act, An iron curtain fell upon the surrounding world, or at least what I had left of it to be owned by the laconic eclipse. All the angels fled, disowning my prayers, the lurid world backed away, leaving me forsaken and detached, I could no longer hear the bombings, hear them fall, my own fabrication, only the dead air that came after, the intense silence. Cynical and paralyzed, I realized I had purloined a portion of Hell and given it to the unwilling Earth, Punishing those I had no right to punish, judging those I had no reason to condemn, destroying cities I had never set foot in. This is how I became Death, the destroyer of Worlds.”

“El hombre racional no puede dejar de luchar contra la irracionalidad bruta. Esta deshumanización del enemigo lleva a una senda peligrosa, pero constituye un magnífico grito de guerra cuando se libra un conflicto bélico. Si se pretende mantener a raya el caos. dice el mensaje, la razón tendrá que luchar una y otra vez contra la sinrazón.”

“Conventional wisdom nor scientific, mathematical prove of randomness in life could do nothing to deter human's curiosity for the unknown, however small the chance of a positive outcome maybe.”

“Humanity will only get a chance to exist in this universe for a very long time, only when humanity becomes a single army fighting against the universe instead of fighting each other! A humanity fighting in itself wastes valuable energy in this chaotic universe where there is a race against time to survive!”

“Kama ulikuwa ukimwambia mwanao kuwa atakuwa jambazi labda kwa sababu ya fujo zake alipokuwa mdogo, mambo mengi atakayokuwa anayafikiria au anayaota atakapopevuka akili ni ya kihalifu. Kwani hayo ndiyo mambo ya kwanza kabisa kujirekodi katika ubongo wake alipokuwa hajitambui. Lakini kama ulikuwa ukimwambia kuwa atakuwa daktari au mwanasheria, mambo mengi atakayokuwa anayafikiria au anayaota ni ya kidaktari au kisheria. Kuna uwezekano mkubwa akawa daktari au mwanasheria baadaye katika maisha yake.”

“People today will have you believing life is a blank slate upon which you can write anything at all--this is poetic, even romantic. Unfortunately, it's also a lie, because life exists in, is bound by, shaped by, controlled by, and functions within a construct. Attempt to function outside that construct, or bend it to our will, or remove it completely, and you throw all of society into chaos. We're seeing that now. Like it or not, birds don't fly upside down...and neither can we.”

“Too often ‘all of the noise’ is a ruse designed to convince us that ‘all of the noise’ is more than just ‘all of the noise.’ However, everything gets terribly sticky when the people making ‘all of the noise’ genuinely come to believe that ‘all of the noise’ that they’re making is more than just ‘all of the noise.’ For when that happens, you can’t even hear the noise because of all the noise.”

“In reality, a river's basic shape... is not a line but a tree. A river is, in its essence, a thing that branches... Although it flows inward toward its trunk, in geological time it grew, and continues to grow, outward, like an organism, from its ocean outlet to its many headwaters. In the vernacular of a new science, it is fractal, its structure echoing itself on all scales, from river to stream to brook to creek to rivulet, branches too small to name and too many to count.”