Malcolm Azania Quotes

But why? I asked. Since before I was born, why this mission of destruction? What threat could we possibly pose to him?
Anyone who shows he can survive outside the realm of Set, proves it can be done. That another, better world is possible…there is no greater threat to a tyrant than this truth.

The id isn’t satisfied with “enough,” because enough is never enough. The id always needs more, or specifically, more than anybody else. So “enough” becomes “more than” which becomes “all.” And even then, the id fears that all can be taken away; therefore crushing the capacity of others to resist becomes paramount.

People get accustomed to evil like they get accustomed to smog or noise or graffiti! But it doesn’t change what it is.

Pain is too strong and life is too brief, brother, to avoid the pleasures that don’t hurt us.

The history of human development can neatly be divided into two epochs: (1) the feminine, yin, agro-sedentary pastoral idyll of the old-to-late Paleolithic Mother-Earth-Goddess religions and (2) the masculine, yang, technomobile hunter-gatherer-warrior field effect of urbanized, late-Neolithic-to-Modern Father-Sky-God religions.

She is being like jewelled dagger. Dazzles eye, but slits throat.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hnossi glowered at her daughter, a look cold enough to freeze sunshine and shatter it on the pavement.

I’m not saying Hamza’s cheap, but if the only thing standing between our solar system and a fleet of intergalactic enslavers was Hamza’s wallet crunched inside his fist, we’d all be drilling methane wells on Pluto right now.

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

The creature with the strongest armour has the softest innards.

You know, in my experience," said Kareem, caging his fingers and drawing out his words, "the jokers...who talk the most about 'playing the race card'...are the people who own all the diamonds...who've picked up the clubs...to beat down the spades...because they've got no heart.