Quotes from Richard K. Morgan

Real monsters will always disappoint. The unseen threat, the rumour, is a far greater power.

Rumor ran in the slum streets of Trelayne like sewage in the gutters, mingled and colorful in its contents, but mostly shit.

I don't think I really believe in paradise, Carl. You want to know the truth, I don't think any of us do really. Deep down, down where it counts, I think we all know it's a crock of shit. That's why we're all so fucking determined to spread the good news, to shove it down other people's throats. Because if we can't make other people believe it, how are we going to stamp out the doubt in ourselves. And it's cold, that doubt.

It seems lies come very easily to your race. They lie to those they lead, to their mates and fellows no matter how close- drawn, even to themselves if it will make the world around them more bearable. It is hard to know what to believe in this place." Something

Take what is offered, and that must sometimes be enough.

You know God does not manifest Himself," Halgan shouted. "That is also heresy. The Revelation is not corporeal. You know this. Why do you persist in this perverted speech?" "I like perverted. Maybe you would, too, if you gave it a chance." "Leave my men alone," Rakan said coldly. "Degenerate." Ringil smooched a kiss at him.

Lies are a precious currency—you have to be careful how and where you spend them.

I said—do you want to kill a fucking dragon?" More yells, and more punch behind them this time. Egar eased up out of his crouch and filled his lungs. "I can't hear you! Do you—or do you not—want to kill—a motherfucking dragon?

Soldiers follow orders. Regardless. The moment you refuse to carry out an order, you're no longer a soldier. You're just a paid killer trying to renegotiate your contract.

And like Quell says, rip open the diseased heart of a corporation and what spills out? People.

His eyes rolled in their sockets like a panicked horse's.

They tell you to save the ship at all costs. No one ever talks about whether the passengers and crew deserve all that effort.

but fuck it, you've got to make a stand somewhere. And a man can stave off his own death wish for only so long.

Like all lotteries, it was an attempt to distract and dilute labor force discontent with irrational hope.

You know what you stupid fucking conspiracy assholes just don't get? No one is that well organized.

Given enough traces of continuity, you could make a leap that enabled you to see the whole as a kind of premonition of real knowledge.

They went wild. I raised my eyes to their faces in the gloom and saw the thin skin of civilization stripped away, the rage laid out like raw flesh beneath.

about the blood; it isn't yours. You put this flesh on a couple of days ago, and you'll be taking it off again soon if you can manage not to get killed first. Don't worry about wounds; check your functionality.

At about the same time I was working out there were no wounds in my chest someone wiped a towel roughly across my face and I could see. I decided to save that pleasure for later and concentrated on getting the contents of the tank out of my nose and throat.

In the end , she said, a little bitterly, facing him in warm perfumed bathwater one evening, despite wealth, despite wisdom, despite contacts and court alliances, I am still a woman. And I will be judged on all counts for that single fact, via the cursed fucking geometry of how pleasing I am to the eye. Cheekbones and arse cheeks are my destiny.

Living offworld seems to trigger some stubborn aspect of our capacity for superstition; it's like we need our monsters and our hero saviors a lot more when we're under alien skies.

There's a sameness to streetlife. On every world I've ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behaviour seeping out from under whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above.

When I looked at the curve of her hips and thighs on the window shelf, I could feel the way she had writhed back against me so clearly it was almost virtual.

Voltar dos mortos pode ser dureza.