Otherwise it was quiet—that eerie, not-quite-comforting quiet one finds in small towns before dawn. - N. K. Jemisin

I think you’re just so gods-damned certain of your own importance that you haven’t figured it out. So let me make this clear: I don’t care about you. You’re irrelevant. It’s a waste of my energy even to hate you!”

Put people in a cage and they will devote themselves to escaping it, not cooperating with those who caged them.

It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy, it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.