Kiriath Quotes & Sayings

A sitcom isn't usually the right tool for satire. — Chris Morris

No one in that city understands, Gil, because it doesn't matter to them anymore. They've never learned to fear the steel and the men who carry it, and none of them ever will, because they don't have to. Because in this place I've seen, men like that don't exist anymore. We don't exist anymore.
Sounds like a beautiful fucking place. How do I get there? Ringil grinned fiercely up at the Kiriath clan captain. Oh wait - you're going to tell me the rents are sky-high, right? And how am I going to earn a living if they keep their swords in a museum? — Richard K. Morgan

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it. — Miguel De Cervantes

Israel is the only truly democratic, secular country in the Middle East, right in the middle of all of them. — Brigitte Gabriel

You and I will be dust and half-remembered tales before they even start to build that city. But it will come, and when it does, this sword will still be there to see it. Kiriath steel - built to harm, built to last. When all the damage it's done and the grief it's caused have been forgotten, even by the gods, when the Kiriath themselves have passed into discredited myth, this murderous fucking ... thing ... will hang unused, and harmless, and gaped at by children. That's how it ends, Gil. With no one to remember, or care, or understand what this thing could do when you set it free. — Richard K. Morgan

He'd already made her for Kiriath and was backing off like a poet asked to wash dishes. Ringil — Richard K. Morgan

What the heart conceals the drink reveals. — Anonymous

There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness. — Terry Tempest Williams

Freed hands both rising for the pommel now, so natural, so smooth, it was like Kiriath machinery, as if he were machinery, a cunningly crafted clockwork Kiriath mannequin, built to complement the steel.
He felt the accustomed kiss of the grip on his palms, felt the grin on his face turn into a snarl.
Cold chime as the scabbard gave up its embrace.
And the Ravensfriend came out. — Richard K. Morgan

The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving. — Yann Martel

Change & transformation. That kind of magic. — Julia Green