Malcolm Azania Quotes

Babydoll, when ain'nuthin funny, eat what's sweet. That's my philosophy.

Q*Question: “To question is to seek information so as to expand intelligence. Failing to question is to stagnate or destroy intelligence.”

It is better not to know and to know that one does not know, than presumptuously to attribute some random meaning to symbols.

All of them cite that toxic spew, even though there’s not a syllable of supporting evidence. Because the controversy itself became news. Save a country, save a world, save a child—it doesn’t matter. You don’t need proof or even evidence to burn down a man’s soul. All you need is accusation.

That diabolical deviant is smarter than he smells.

What do I 'feel'?" he sneered...Did you actually ask me what I 'feel'? I 'feel' I'm surrounded by morons!

MAY THE FORCE—”
“—FEED YOUR HORSE!

We’re lynched on the rope of company credit.

There’s only two types of people in the world, Ye, weird and boring.

You know what supernovas are?"
"Yeah," said JC. "Like, super-duper huge mega-stars. That explode."
"That's right, young brother. Where'd you learn that?"
"Star Trek," he said.
"Good," chuckled Mr. Ani. "Me too, probably. In the olden days. So let's transform all this.
"People are born lead, and most people stay that way their whole lives. They're the Leadites.
"And they're easily led astray by those who're turned into—or who turn themselves into—the Pyrites. The Pyrites are like pirates because they hijack people, keep em hostage, steal their treasure, and prevent them from ever getting where they're supposed to go, even dumping them on islands in the middle of nowhere or drowning them at sea.
"And any gold they find, they steal it and hoard it, and even bury it in chests under the sand."
The boys nodded, grasping fragments, knowing that others were just beyond their fingertips.
"So who's left? Gold. From supernovas, light-sources so powerful they can outshine entire galaxies. Gold is knowledge: the most precious thing in the universe.
"If you have everything and don't have knowledge, you can't use what you do have or appreciate how much it's worth, so to you, it's actually worthless.
If you don't have true gold, you spend your whole life chasing after and stockpiling pyrite thinking it's worth something, when actually, it's worth nothing.

Her weapon is her mouth. And it’s loaded and fully automatic.

Paranoia speaks to a deeper drive than fear. Paranoia is a defiant charge to a cold, unfeeling cosmos: “Hear me! I exist! I’m important!” Because after all, if someone is actually orchestrating the chaos of the universe against you personally, then you do matter. When no one seems to care anymore, at least “enemies” give you the comforting illusion that you count.

Lack of verifiability was a paranoiac’s playground paradise.

It’s inevitable that worship decays into contempt, because worship is ultimately about being trapped, being a slave.

C'mon, now. You know I'm right. Look at history. How many butchers got butchered? How many super-thieves paid back the people they ripped off and then set the people up in mansions? And how could anybody ever pay you back for taking the life of someone you loved?
"So Golden Falcon prepares us. Says, 'forget payback. Forget 'good triumphs over evil. Ain'gon happen. South Africa after apartheid? Right. Got millions who can't even count on water or electricity.
"So the story shoves our faces right in it: what it takes to turn people into the Destroyer. That if we keep lusting for revenge cuz justice is denied, we will become Destroyers. Probably of everything we believe in and everybody we care about.