Quotes from Steven Savile

Oh to be blissfully ignorant, he thought. But in truth there was nothing he hated more in this life. Ignorance was the root of every manmade evil he had ever encountered.

What price peace?

The land he crossed was cracked and withered, much like his skin. The wind blew hard along the gullies, whipping up sand and scrub. There were no miracles in this place, least of all miracles of life. Dust and bones, sand and souls; that was the way of it. How

What could split its soul into a thousand pieces? A million? And with it, the answer: God. God could divide Himself infinitesimally. God could fracture his soul into one and a half billion pieces and place a little of it in each and every man and woman walking the earth. And then, as understanding settled, he beheld

Art was disgusting. It led to thought, and thought led to dissatisfaction, which in turn led to rebellion.

Doubt leads to thought, thought leads to failure. Now

Now, don't take this the wrong way, but shouldn't you be dead?

Magic is like that more often than not. Unseen. Subdued, not ostentatious. Unremarkable. It is the universe's way of regulating itself.

Longman smiled far too often. There was always mirth and merriment in his eyes. Hell, he laughed out loud when there was nothing remotely humorous in a situation. He was different. And

the stars. They were yesterday's confetti in the sky, thrown away by a billion careless lovers.

Mae and Colleen worked for Silas Boone, and he kept a cheap house, preferring lots of custom over bored girls and empty rooms. 'Keep the boys coming back and the girls on their backs' was his motto. As a philosophy, it wasn't as spiritual as it was practical. Still, it served.

She is the night, and the night is black, and black is death, and death is cold," a lost voice whispered in his mind.

The Deacon moved like a man so sure of himself he'd walk into the pits of Hell and have the balls to tell the Devil to turn down the heat. The thing about men like that, men so blinkered by their own holy importance, was that more often than not they underestimated their enemies.

I'd think you'd be about tired of things happening," Silas grunted. Creed laughed. "When a man gets tired of things happening, he's tired of life, my friend. I ain't that far down the road just yet.

There was permanence in change. It was the only way life could flourish.