Why break hearts or blow minds when you can rot souls? - R. Scott Bakker

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Our ‘epoch of thinking’ teeters upon the abyssal, a future so radical as to make epic fantasy of everything we are presently inclined to label ‘human.’ Whether it acknowledges as much or not, all thought huddles in the shadow of the posthuman–the shadow of its end... It has been, for better or worse, the thematic impetus behind every novel I have written and every paper I have presented.