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Talk:Vulcan proverbs

Surak's Scroll
I have removed an inappropriate credit to "Shlomi of Vulcan" from the article. Since the planet Vulcan is fictional, no such person exists, except possibly as a nickname for a real person or an unexplained fictional character, and credits do not belong in articles unless part of published works by real people cited in a "References" section. Also, while I haven't been an active Trekker for many years, I've never heard of "Surak's Scroll". If this is a real work (e.g., a Star Trek universe publication or a reference mentioned or documented in one or more Star Trek episodes or novels), I urge the editor(s) responsible for these additions to cite these references. As it stands, this is indistinguishable from fan fiction, which is not canonical, and may not to provide justification to avoid the article's deletion. — Jeff Q (talk) 02:28, 2 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * I have removed the probably fan-written/compiled "Surak's Scroll" data and restored 24.218.222.31's single quote from Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. I'm hoping that any folks who have as much enthusiasm for Vulcan sayings as the contributor of "Surak's Scroll" had will add quotes with appropriate sources; i.e., explicitly name the canonical Star Trek works that produced them. — Jeff Q (talk) 08:09, 10 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Quiet Response
You, sir, are quite irritating. This page continas more realevant information than many of the Afghani proverbs, and yet you claim it should be deleted? I suggest that you leave well enough alone and stop causing problems on Wiki. Everyone knows that Vulcans are not real, don't be a killjoy. — TristanSabel (talk) 11:39, 4 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * TristanSabel, I found your "quiet response" quite disconcerting. It is clearly driven by emotion and based on a surfeit of logic, and as you know, "passions stir up strife, logic appeases the mind" [rumored Surak Scroll 5.11]. Wikiquote is a compendium of quotes from notable sources. As a fictional character of some reknown, Surak is, of course, a very notable source, provided it can be shown that these quotes are indeed from him. I've stated that I've never heard of this supposed scroll, but because I love knowledge, I wish to be corrected if possible [ibid, 4.7]. By acknowledging my lapse in Trek experience, I have sought humility, for "where there is humility, there is logic" [ibid, 4.5]. I am hoping that knowledgeable editors will follow the principle that "a logical woman builds her estate" [ibid, 5.5] by providing the citations needed to give this content credibility. By promoting the Wikiquote goal of accuracy over mass content, we follow the principle that "better is a little substance with logic, than great wealth in ignorance" [ibid, 5.10]. I beg you to aid us in this effort and "not be wise in your own conceit" [ibid, 3.1]. I would prefer to make a new friend and supporter than to "disregard those who volunteer to remain ignorant of truth" [ibid, 2.4]. I ask you to "honor logic by following after it" [ibid, 3.2] and make this article delete-resistant by adding recognized sources. One or more book or episode titles or authoritative web pages in a References sections will do nicely. Thank you for your help. — Jeff Q (talk) 19:38, 4 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * Nice job, JeffQ:) And TristanSabel, if you look at the WQ:VFD page, you'll see that in fact JeffQ saved this page from deletion initially, when we thought that the Nixon quote implies that this page is a hoax. Anyway, JeffQ, I guess that some people just get upset when they see the VFD banner standing out at the top of the article - it does seem somewhat of a double standard, because most articles have quotes without sources (if the article is structured, then unsourced/unsorted quotes are in an attributed section). Sams 23:18, 4 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * You raise a good point, Sams. I'm afraid that we tend to operate on two principles which are perhaps not ideal, but are practical given our community size: reviewing only things that folks call attention to, and an ill-defined sense of what's plausible. Rmhermen called our attention to this article, and I found the content implausible because (A) conversant as I am with Star Trek, I've never heard of "Sarak's Scroll"; (B) there wasn't a single Google hit for any variation of "Sarak['s] Scroll[s]" (an impressive feat that bodes ill for this content); and (C) the text is surprisingly redundant and not terribly pithy, making me think a fan compiled it from legitimate "Vulcan" sayings and embellished considerably. I'm still waiting to be corrected on this possible misconception. If this material is deleted, and if it rises high enough on my priority list, I may add back quotes I recognize from real Trek sources over time. — Jeff Q (talk) 01:26, 5 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Vote for deletion notice
This article was preserved after a vote for its deletion. See its archived VfD entry for details. — Jeff Q (talk) 07:52, 10 Jun 2005 (UTC)
 * Support for vote closing. Relevant discussions on vote itself are found on WQ:VFDA and WQ:AN. your participation to discussion will be welcome as well your editing. --Aphaia 08:06, 10 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Nothing unreal...
Smartasses.

Attribution
Shouldn't the actual authors of these proverbs, i.e. the screenwriters, be given credit for the quotations? Since Vulcans are fictional characters, isn't it Wikiquote policy to cite the authors of quotations rather than fictional characters? I'm thinking Shakespeare is credited for "To be or not to be," and even for "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears." The most famous of these proverbs, probably "Live long and prosper" and "Only Nixon can go to China," have gone beyond their origins into the English language, I daresay. So I think their authors should be given credit, and it should be cross-listed on their pages. Bruxism (talk) 07:15, 10 April 2013 (UTC)

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The Book of the New Sun

The Book of the New Sun (1980-3) by Gene Wolfe is a novel in four books, set in the distant future of the dying earth science fiction subgenre, when the aging Sun grows dim. It is a reflective, metafictional story, narrating the rise of an apprentice in the "Order of the Seekers for Truth and Penitence" (i.e. guild of Torturers) to the position of Autarch, ruler of the free world.

The Shadow of the Torturer (1980)

 * Certain mystes aver that the real world has been constructed by the human mind, since our ways are governed by the artificial categories into which we place essentially undifferentiated things, things weaker than our words for them.
 * Severian, Chapter 1: Resurrection and Death

 * We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges. When soldiers take their oath they are given a coin, an asimi stamped with the profile of the Autarch. Their acceptance of that coin is their acceptance of the special duties and burdens of military life—they are soldiers from that moment, though they may know nothing of the management of arms. I did not know that then, but it is a profound mistake to believe that we must know of such things to be influenced by them, and in fact to believe so is to believe in the most debased and superstitious kind of magic. The would-be sorcerer alone has faith in the efficacy of pure knowledge; rational people know that things act of themselves or not at all.
 * Severian, Chapter 1: Resurrection and Death

 * I have found always that the pattern of our guild is repeated [...] in the societies of every trade, so that they are all of them torturers, just as we. His quarry stands to the hunter as our clients to us; those who buy to the tradesman; the enemies of the Commonwealth to the soldier; the governed to the governors; men to women. All love what they destroy.
 * Severian, in Chapter 4: Triskele

 * I felt that pressure of time that is perhaps the surest indication we have left childhood behind.
 * Severian, in Chapter 6: The Master of the Curators

 * The child, as I said, in time discovers The Book of Gold. Then the librarians come — like vampires, some say, but others say like the fairy godparents at a christening. They speak to the child, and the child joins them. Henceforth he is in the library wherever he may be, and soon his parents know him no more.
 * Master Ultan, in Chapter 6

 * One can't found a novel theology on Nothing, and nothing is so secure a foundation as a contradiction. Look at the great successes of the past—they say their deities are the masters of all the universes, and yet that they require grandmothers to defend them, as if they were children frightened by poultry. Or that the authority that punishes no one while there exists a chance for reformation will punish everyone when there is no possibility anyone will become the better for it.
 * Thecla, Chapter 8: The Conversationalist

 * Weak people believe what is forced on them. Strong people what they wish to believe, forcing that to be real. What is the Autarch but a man who believes himself Autarch and makes others believe by the strength of it?
 * Chatelaine Thecla's khaibit, in Chapter 9: The House Azure

 * “I know little of the court, Chatelaine.” “The less you know, the happier you will be.”
 * Severian and Thecla, in Chapter 10: The Last Year

 * It is said that it is the peculiar quality of time to conserve fact, and that it does so by rendering our past falsehoods true. So it was with me. I had lied in saying that I loved the guild—that I desired nothing but to remain in its embrace. Now I found those lies become truths.
 * Severian, Chapter 13: The Lictor of Thrax

 * Art had been lavished upon her; but it is the function of art to render attractive and significant those things that without it would not be so, and so art had nothing to give her.
 * Severian, Chapter 14: Terminus Est

 * Have I said that time turns our lies into truths?
 * Severian, Chapter 17: The Challenge

 * Like all these religious arguments, this one gets less significant as we continue. Supposing the Conciliator to have walked among us eons ago, and to be dead now, of what importance is he save to historians and fanatics? I value his legend as a part of the sacred past, but it seems to me that it is the legend that matters today, and not the Conciliator’s dust.
 * Severian, Chapter 19: The Botanic Gardens

 * “There’s a great deal said against Death. I mean by the people that has to die, drawin’ her picture like a crone with a sack, and all that. But she’s a good friend to birds, Death is. Wherever there’s dead men and quiet, you'll find a good many birds, that’s been my experience.” Recalling how the thrushes sang in our necropolis, I nodded.
 * Hildegrin and Severian, Chapter 23: Hildegrin

 * Who it is I wouldn’t know, and since I don’t want to know my future—and I know my past, I should think, better than her—I don’t go near the cave. People come sometimes hopin’ to know when they’ll be married, or about success in trade. But I've observed they don’t often come back.
 * Hildegrin (speaking of the Cumaean Sibyl), Chapter 23: Hildegrin

 * The Increate maintains all things in order surely; and the theologicans say light is his shadow. Must it not be then that in darkness order grows ever less? [...] Perhaps when night closes our eyes there is less order than we believe. Perhaps, indeed, it is this lack of order we perceive as darkness, a randomization of the waves of energy (like the sea), the fields of energy (like a farm) that appear to our deluded eyes—set by light in an order of which they themselves are incapable—to be the real world.
 * Severian, Chapter 24: The Flower of Dissolution

 * “The world is filled half with evil and half with good. We can tilt it forward so that more good runs into our minds, or back, so that more runs into this.” A movement of her eyes took in all the lake. “But the quantities are the same, we change only their proportion here or there.”
 * Dorcas, Chapter 24: The Flower of Dissolution

 * By the use of the language of sorrow I had for the time being obliterated my sorrow—so powerful is the charm of words, which for us reduces to manageable entities all the passions that would otherwise madden and destroy us.
 * Severian, Chapter 24: The Flower of Dissolution

 * I think it is in this that we find the real difference between those women to whom if we are to remain men we must offer our lives, and those who (again–if we are to remain men) we must overpower and outwit if we can, and use as we never would a beast: that the second will never permit us to give them what we give the first.
 * Severian, Chapter 26: Sennet

 * There was something underneath, something else, a face like the face poison would have, if poison had a face.
 * Dorcas, Chapter 28: Carnifex

 * A crowd is not the sum of the individuals who compose it. Rather it is a species of animal, without language or real consciousness, born when they gather, dying when they depart.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The Shadow of the Torturer

 * The soldiers forced him to his knees and I lifted my sword, forever blotting out the sun.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The Shadow of the Torturer

 * To those who have preceded me in the study of the posthistoric world, and particularly to those collectors—too numerous to name here—who have permitted me to examine artifacts surviving so many centuries of futurity, and most especially to those who have allowed me to visit and photograph the era's few extant buildings, I am truly grateful.
 * Appendix: A Note on the Translation

The Claw of the Conciliator (1981)

 * That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin.
 * Severian, Chapter 1: The Village of Saltus (reprised as the last line of the book)

 * We try to keep the traders honest that come to our fairs. It’s only good business. If he doesn’t make them right for you, whoever he is, we’ll duck him in the river, you may be sure. One or two ducked a year keep the rest from feeling too comfortable.
 * The alcalde, Chapter 2: The Man in the Dark

 * Myself, I don’t believe—or rather, I think that if the Pancreator don’t care nothing for me, I won’t care nothing for him, and why should I?
 * A market woman, to Severian, Chapter 3: The Showman’s Tent

 * There is no other difference between those who are called courageous and those who are branded craven than that the second are fearful before the danger and the first after.
 * Severian, Chapter 7: The Assassins

 * I saw how little it weighed on the scale of things whether I lived or died, though my life was precious to me. And of those two thoughts I forged a mood by which I stood ready to grasp each smallest chance to live, yet in which I cared not too much whether I saved myself for not. By that mood, as I think, I did live; it has been so good a friend to me that I have endeavored to wear it ever since, succeeding not always, but often.
 * Severian, Chapter 9: The Liege of Leaves

 * All the boasted human panoply of pillars and arches is no more than an imitation in sterile stone of the boles and vaulting branches of the forest.
 * Severian, Chapter 9: The Liege of Leaves

 * I have often heard it said that gratitude is not to be found. That is not true—those who say so have always looked in the mistaken place. One who truly benefits another is for that moment at a level with the Pancreator, and in gratitude for that elevation will serve the other all his days.
 * Severian, Chapter 9: The Liege of Leaves

 * Those who wish no change may sit hugging their scruples forever.
 * Vodalus, Chapter 10: Thea

 * He had a slightly cynical detachment from mankind that suggested he had seen a great deal of the world.
 * Severian, of Jonas, Chapter 10: Thea

 * We were one, naked and happy and clean, and we knew that she was no more and that I still lived, and we struggled against neither of those things, but with woven hair read from a single book and talked and sang of other matters.
 * Severian (and Chatelaine Thecla), Chapter 11: Thecla

 * I am much older than you are. Older than you think. If there is one thing I have learned in so many voyages, it is that the dead do not rise, nor the years turn back. What has been and is gone does not come again.
 * Jonas, Chapter 13: The Claw of the Conciliator

 * In silence two praetorians (four fluttering sparrows, as it seemed) caught our destriers and led them away. How like us those animals were, walking patiently they knew not where, their massive heads following thin strips of leather. Nine-tenths of life, so it seems to me, consists of these surrenders.
 * Severian, Chapter 14: The Antechamber

 * Men to whom wine had brought death long before lay by springs of wine and drank still, too stupefied to know their lives were past.
 * Chapter 17: The Tale of the Student and his Son, Part 4

 * Whatever we may say, all of us suffer from disturbed sleep at times. [...] Some are disquieted by incessant dreams, and a fortunate few are visited often by dreams of a delightful character. Some will say they were at one time troubled in sleeping but have "recovered" from it, as though awareness were a disease, as perhaps it is.
 * Severian, Chapter 18: Mirrors

 * Women believe—or at least often pretend to believe—that all our tenderness for them springs from desire; that we love them when we have not for a time enjoyed them, and dismiss them when we are sated, or to express it more precisely, exhausted. There is no truth in this idea, though it may be made to appear true. When we are rigid with desire, we are apt to pretend a great tenderness in the hope of satisfying that desire; but at no other time are we in fact so liable to treat women brutally, and so unlikely to feel any deep emotion but one.
 * Severian, Chapter 25: The Attack on the Hierodules

 * Dorcas drew back. “Magic, you mean?” “There is no magic. There is only knowledge, more or less hidden.”
 * Dorcas and Merryn, Chapter 31: The Cleansing

The Sword of the Lictor (1982)

 * The brown book I carry says there is nothing stranger than to explore a city wholly different from all those one knows, since to do so is to explore a second and unsuspected self. I have found a thing stranger: to explore such a city only after one has lived in it for some time without learning anything of it.
 * Severian, Chapter 2: Upon the Cataract

 * I found I could not say what it was I understood; that it was in fact on the level of meaning above language, a level we like to believe scarcely exists, though if it were not for the constant discipline we have learned to exercise upon our thoughts, they would always be climbing to it unaware.
 * Severian, in Chapter 7: Attractions

 * Just as the room of the Inquisitor in Dr. Talos's play, with its high judicial bench, lurked somewhere at the lowest level of the House Absolute, so we have each of us in the dustiest cellars of our minds a counter at which we strive to repay the debts of the past with the debased currency of the present.
 * Severian, Chapter 12: Following the Flood

 * How strange it is that the sky, which by day is a stationary ground on which the clouds are seen to move, by night becomes the backdrop for Urth's own motion, so that we feel her rolling beneath us as a sailor feels the running of the tide.
 * Severian, in Chapter 13: Into the Mountains

 * That was the brightest day I've ever seen. The sun had new life in him, the way a man will when he was sick yesterday and will be sick tomorrow, but today he walks around and laughs so that if a stranger was to come he'd think there was nothing wrong, no sickness at all, that the medicines and the bed were for somebody else.
 * Casdoe's father, Chapter 15: He Is Ahead of You!

 * I am not clever—I am too strong for cleverness, as you well understand.
 * The Butcher, Chapter 19: The Tale of the Boy Called Frog, Part III

 * An angel is often only a demon who stands between us and our enemy.
 * The Butcher, Chapter 19: The Tale of the Boy Called Frog, Part III

 * The progress of science depends much less upon theoretical considerations or systematic investigation than is commonly believed, but rather on the transmittal of reliable information, gained by chance or insight from one set of men to their successors. The nature of those who hunt after dark knowledge is to hoard it even unto death, or to transmit it so wrapped in disguise and beclouded with self-serving lies that it is of little value.
 * Severian, Chapter 22: The Skirts of the Mountain

 * [T]he very existence of such powers argues a counterforce. We call powers of the first kind dark, though they may use a species of deadly light... and we call those of the second kind bright, though I think that they may at times employ darkness, as a good man nevertheless draws the curtains of his bed to sleep. Yet there is truth to the talk of darkness and light, because it shows plainly that one implies the other. The tale I read to little Severian said that the universe was but a long word of the Increate's. We, then, are syllables of that word. But the speaking of any word is futile unless there are other words, words that are not spoken. If a beast has but one cry, the cry tells nothing; and even the wind has a multitude of voices, so that those who sit indoors may hear it and know if the weather is tumultuous or mild. The powers we call dark seem to me to be the words the Increate did not speak... and these words must be maintained in a quasi-existence, if the other word, the word spoken is to be distinguished. What is not said can be important - but what is said is more important... And if the seekers after dark things find them, may not the seekers after bright find them as well? And are they not more apt to hand their wisdom on?
 * Severian, Chapter 22: The Skirts of the Mountain

 * I realized that what disturbed me was the memory of the lies I had told the magicians, pretending, as they did, to command great powers and be privy to vast secrets. Those lies had been wholly justifiable—they had helped to save my life and little Severian’s. Nevertheless, I felt myself somewhat less of a man because I had resorted to them. Master Gurloes, whom I had come to hate before I left the guild, had lied frequently; and now I was not sure whether I had hated him because he lied, or hated lying because he did it.
 * Severian, Chapter 23: The Cursed Town

 * Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its endless row of years; and we flow past like Gyoll, on our way to a sea from which we shall return only as rain. I knew then, on the arm of that giant figure, the ambition to conquer time, an ambition beside which the desire of the distant suns is only the lust of some petty, feathered chieftain to subjugate some other tribe.
 * Severian, Chapter 24: The Corpse

 * If I had seen one miracle fail, I had witnessed another; and even a seemingly purposeless miracle is an inexhaustible source of hope, because it proves to us that since we do not understand everything, our defeats—so much more numerous than our few and empty victories—may be equally specious.
 * Severian, Chapter 24: The Corpse

 * When I was alone I felt I had in some fashion lost my individuality; to the thrush and the rabbit I had not been Severian, but Man. The many people who like to be utterly alone, and particularly to be utterly alone in a wilderness, do so, I believe, because they enjoy playing that part. But I wanted to be a particular person again, and so I sought the mirror of other persons, which would show me that I was not as they were.
 * Severian, Chapter 27: On High Paths

 * One of the easiest ways to dominate a man is to demand something he cannot supply.
 * Severian, Chapter 28: The Hetman’s Dinner

 * Not dead. Why had he thought that every life must end in death, and never in anything else? Not dead, but vanished as a single note vanishes, never to reappear, when it becomes an indistinguishable and inseparable part of some extemporized melody.
 * Severian, Chapter 29: The Hetman’s Boat

 * He waited for me to speak. I had the feeling, which I have often had when talking with old people, that the words he said and the words I heard were quite different, that there was in his speech a hoard of hints, clues, and implications as invisible to me as his breath, as though Time were a species of white spirit who stood between us and with his trailing sleeves wiped away before I had heard it the greater part of all that was said.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The People of the Lake

 * Llibio had worn a fish carved from a tooth about his neck; and when I asked him what it was he had said it was Oannes, and covered it with his hand so that I my eyes could not profane it, for he knew that I did not believe in Oannes, who must surely be the fish-god of these people. I did not, yet I felt I knew everything about Oannes that mattered. I knew that he must live in the darkest deeps of the lake, but that he was seen leaping among the waves in storms. I knew he was the shepherd of the deep, who filled nets of the islanders, and that murderers could not go on the water without fear, lest Oannes appear alongside, with his eyes as big as moons, and overturn the boat. I did not believe in Oannes or fear him. But I knew, I thought, whence he came - I knew that there is an all-pervasive power in the universe of which every other is the shadow. I knew that in the last analysis my conception of that power was as laughable (and as serious) as Oannes.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The People of the Lake

 * I had not thought, when I began this record of my life, to reveal any of the secrets of our guild [...] But I will tell one now, because what I did that night on Lake Diuturna cannot be understood without understanding it. And the secret is only that we torturers obey. [...] No one truly obeys unless he will do the unthinkable in obedience; no one will do the unthinkable save we.
 * Severian, in Chapter 31: The People of the Lake

 * Dr. Talos whispered, "Look about you—don't you recognize this? It is just as he says!" "What do you mean?" I whispered in return. "The castle? The monster? The man of learning? I only just thought of it. Surely you know that just as the momentous events of the past cast their shadows down the ages, so now, when the sun is drawing toward the dark, our own shadows race into the past to trouble mankind's dreams."
 * Severian and Dr. Talos, Chapter 35: The Signal

 * The best way to describe silence is to say nothing—but what grace!
 * Severian, in Chapter 37: Terminus Est

 * At sixteen or so, Thecla was attracted, as I think young women often are, to their lectures on theogony, theodicy, and the like, and I recall one particularly in which a phoebad put forward as an ultimate truth the ancient sophistry of the existence of three Adonai, that of the city (or of the people), that of the poets, and that of the philosophers. Her reasoning was that since the beginning of human consciousness (if such a beginning ever was) there have been vast numbers of persons in the three categories who have endeavored to pierce the secret of the divine. If it does not exist, they should have discovered that long before; if it does, it is not possible that Truth itself should mislead them. Yet the beliefs of the populace, the insights of the rhapsodists, and the theories of the metaphysicians have so far diverged that few of them can so much as comprehend what the others say, and someone who knew nothing of any of their ideas might well believe there was no connection at all between them. May it not be, she asked (and even now I am not certain I can answer), that instead of traveling, as has always been supposed, down three roads to the same destination, they are actually traveling toward three quite different ones? After all, when in common life we behold three roads issuing from the same crossing, we do not assume they all proceed toward the same goal. I found (and find) this suggestion as rational as it is repellent, and it represents for me all that monomaniacal fabric of arguments, so tightly woven that not even the tiniest objection or spark of light can escape its net, in which human minds become enmeshed whenever the subject is one in which no appeal to fact is possible.
 * Severian, in Chapter 38: The Claw

The Citadel of the Autarch (1983)

 * I had never seen war, or even talked of it with someone who had, but I was young and knew something of violence, and so believed that war would be no more than a new experience for me... War is not a new experience; it is a new world. Its inhabitants are more different from human beings that Famulimus and her friends. Its laws are new, and even its geography is new, because it is a geography in which insignificant hills and hollows are lifted to the importance of cities. Just as our familiar Urth holds such monstrosities as Erebus, Abaia and Arioch, so the world of war is stalked by monsters called battles, whose cells are individuals but who have a life and intelligence of their own, and whom one approaches through an ever-thickening array of portents.
 * Severian, Chapter 1: The Dead Soldier

 * There is a payment made by Nature to those who undergo hardships; it is that the lesser ones, at which people whose lives have been easier would complain, seem almost comfortable.
 * Severian, Chapter 2: The Living Soldier

"When we wake," the Cumaean whispered, "we lose the facility to see beyond the present moment."
 * "When we sleep," Merryn told me, "we move from temporality to eternity."
 * Hethor, in Chapter 4: Fever

 * Sometimes driven aground by the photon storms, by the swirling of the galaxies, clockwise and counterclockwise, ticking with light down the dark sea-corridors lined with our silver sails, our demon-haunted mirror sails...
 * Hethor, Chapter 4: Fever

 * This is a true story. I know many stories. Some are made up, though perhaps the made up ones were true in times everyone has forgotten.
 * Hallvard, Chapter 7: Hallvard’s Story—The Two Sealers

 * Most men think they make their home for their families, but the fact is that they make both homes and families for themselves.
 * A Pelerine, Chapter 8: The Pelerine

 * Every person, you see, is like a plant. There is a beautiful green part, often with flowers or fruit, that grows upward toward the sun, toward the Increate. There is also a dark part that grows away from it, tunneling where no light comes. [...] Was I speaking of good and evil? It is the roots that give the plant the strength to climb toward the sun, though they know nothing of it. [...] The things we love in others and admire in ourselves spring from things we do not see and seldom think about.
 * A Pelerine, Chapter 8: The Pelerine

 * "The pancreator is infinitely far from us," the angel said, "And thus infinitely far from me, though I fly so much higher than you. I guess at his desires—no one can do otherwise."
 * Chapter 9: Melito's Story—The Cock, the Angel, and the Eagle

 * It often seems to me that of all the good things in the world, the only ones humanity can claim for itself are stories and music; the rest, mercy, beauty, sleep, clean water and hot food [...] are all the work of the Increate. Thus, stories are small things indeed in the scheme of the universe, but it is hard not to love best what is our own.
 * Severian, in Chapter 11: Loyal to the Group of Seventeen's Story—The Just Man

 * Surely I have no complaint of you, though you must have many of me. One I shall not deserve. It shall not be said that I did not do what I might to undo the harm I have done.
 * Severian, Chapter 14: Mannea

"Did this man ever regain his shadow, Master Ash?" "No. But for a time he traveled with a man who had no reflection."
 * "In a fable made in the earliest morning of our race, a man sold his shadow and found himself driven out everywhere he went. No one would believe that he was human"
 * Severian and Ash, Chapter 16: The Anchorite

 * Resolution and a plan are better than a sword, because a man whets his own edges on them.
 * Severian, Chapter 17: Ragnarok—The Final Winter

 * Religion and science have always been matters of faith in something. It is the same something. You are yourself what you call a man of science, so I talk of science to you.
 * Ash, Chapter 17: Ragnarok—The Final Winter

 * “When I act,” he sputtered, “it’s with the idea of winning.” I confessed I lacked his military experience, but told him I had found that in some situations winning consisted of disentangling oneself.
 * Guasacht and Severian, Chapter 20: Patrol

 * Fear is like those diseases that disfigure the face with running sores. One becomes almost more afraid of their being seen than of their source, and comes to feel not only disgraced but defiled.
 * Severian, Chapter 21: Deployment

 * Each rider seemed to have a personal spell; and it was easy to see, as I watched their numbers shrink under the bombardment, how such primitive minds come to believe in their charms, for the survivors could not but feel their thaumaturgy had saved them, and the rest could not complain of the failure of theirs.
 * Severian, Chapter 22: Battle

 * By each step in war the winner loses.
 * Severian, Chapter 22: Battle

 * There is no limit to stupidity. Space itself is said to be bounded by its own curvature, but stupidity continues beyond infinity.
 * Severian, Chapter 24: The Flier

 * You were a danger to them unless you were terribly punished because they might otherwise someday be tempted. A judge or a jailer who has no crime of his own is a monster, alternately purloining the forgiveness that belongs to the Increate alone and practicing a deathly rigor that belongs to no one and nothing.
 * The Autarch, Chapter 24: The Flier

 * “Why did you kill Thecla?” “I did not. Your error lies in thinking I am at the bottom of everything. No one is...Not I, or Erebus, or any other.
 * Severian and the Autarch, Chapter 25: The Mercy of Agia

 * Because the prehistoric cultures endured for so many chiliads, they have shaped our heritage in such a way as to cause us to behave as if their conditions obtained today.
 * Severian, Chapter 26: Above the Jungle

 * There is no category of human activity in which the dead do not outnumber the living many times over. Most beautiful children are dead. Most soldiers, most cowards. The fairest women and the most learned men—all are dead. Their bodies repose in caskets, in sarcophagi, beneath arches of rude stone, everywhere under the earth. Their spirits haunt our minds, ears pressed to the bones of our foreheads. Who can say how intently they listen as we speak, or for what word?
 * Severian, Chapter 26: Above the Jungle

 * There was a cook who so despised the armigers and exultants for whom he prepared food that, in order that he should never have to bear the indignity of their reproaches, he did everything with a feverish perfection. He was eventually made chief of the cooks of that wing.
 * Chapter 30: The Corridors of Time

 * When a client is driven to the utmost extremity, it is warmth and food and ease from pain he wants. Peace and justice come afterward. Rain symbolizes mercy and sunlight charity, but rain and sunlight are better than mercy and charity. Otherwise they would degrade the things they symbolize.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The Sand Garden

 * The sand in my boots was sacred sand because it came from a beach of sacred sand. The cenobites treasured up the relics of the sannyasins because the sannyasins had approached the Pancreator. But everything had approached and even touched the Pancreator, because everything had dropped from his hand. Everything was a relic. All the world was a relic. I drew off my boots, that had traveled with me so far, and threw them into the waves that I might not walk shod on holy ground.
 * Severian, Chapter 31: The Sand Garden

 * “You have bettered yourself,” he said, making such a low bow that the tassel of his cap swept the carpet. “You may recall that I invariably affirmed you would. Honesty, integrity, and intelligence cannot be kept down.” “We both know that nothing is easier to keep down,” I said. “By my old guild, they were kept down every day.”
 * Dr. Talos and Severian, Chapter 36: Of Bad Gold and Burning

 * We’ll both be glad of the company, like the undertaker remarked to the ghost.
 * The Steersman, Chapter 37: Across the River Again

 * Love is a long labor for torturers; and even if I were to dissolve the guild, Eata would become a torturer, as all men are, bound by the contempt for wealth without which a man is less than a man, inflicting pain by his nature, whether he willed it or not.
 * Severian, Chapter 37: Across the River Again

 * A few of the rooms into which I looked held walls in which there had once ticked a thousand or more clocks of various kinds, and though all were dead now, their chimes silenced and their hands corroded at hours that would never come again, I thought them good omens for one who sought the Atrium of Time.
 * Severian, Chapter 38: Resurrection

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Liu Shahe

Liu Shahe (born 1931) is a Chinese writer and editor.

Quotes

 * Being misunderstood by someone is vexation. Being misunderstood by everyone is tragedy.
 * Encarta

 * The saws are sawing wood, But wood is also sawing the saws...The wood sawn into boards is fashioned into furniture. Saws just break and are discarded.
 * Encarta

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Shortly be bold and enjoy!--Aphaia 03:56, 2 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * Thank you! I always mean to write down memorable quotes when I'm reading, and somehow it never happens. Hopefully this will give me the motivation I'm lacking. :) HorsePunchKid 03:40, 3 Jun 2005 (UTC)
 * Sounds neat. Then please don't forget to run your PC aside you when you are reading an interested materials ;-) --Aphaia 06:37, 3 Jun 2005 (UTC)

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