Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Oy, boyo, you look like you slithered out of a skeleton’s rickety cooch.”

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302. “You want respect? Earn it.”

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303. “I am not here. I am no physical being. Electricity tethered to carbon. I am a pattern. And so is the world.”

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304. “That to wipe my ass, you golden pricklick?”

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305. “He put his ear to Pax’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. He told me then what he felt when he declared this war within the Hives of Phobos. How he was not close enough to hear the fading beat of his father’s heart, or Eo’s. But how, in that moment, he could feel the hearts of his people beating across the darkness. How in the heartbeat of our son he could hear them all again.”

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306. “A lo largo de la guerra, del espacio y de este maldito desfile, he viajado para volver a encontrarla, a mi vida, mi amor, mi hogar.”

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307. “This is always how the story would end,” he says to me. “Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence.”

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308. “You will fall to ruin because you believe that exceptions to the rule make new rules.”

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309. “Truth can be cruel. Yet it is the only thing of value.”

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310. “They create goods to grant us a semblance of liberty. If violence is the Gold sport, manipulation is their art form.”

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311. “This is war. And victory is the only nobility.”

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312. “He’s not a man made for affection. His face is pale and ghostly. Thirty-five and so old, so tired. A scar twists his upper lip. Gray streaks his thick hair.”

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313. “They can’t stop the signal.”

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314. “Seeing the end coming doesn’t mean you can dodge it, fix it, stop it. We.”

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315. “Thank you, Matteo,” I say, tears in my eyes. I pick him up and hug him despite his protests. “If I live more than a week, I’ll have you to thank, my goodman.” He blushes when I set him down. “Manage your temper,” he reminds me, his small voice darkening. “Manners, manners, then burn their bloodydamn house to the ground.”

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316. “He is tall, lean, violent. This place is his home. It is his playground. The children his playthings till they get their scars. He is like any other petty tyrant of history. A slave to his own whims. A master of nothing but selfishness. He is the Society – a monster dripping in decadence, yet seeing none of his own hypocrisy. He views all this wealth, all this power, as his right. He is deluded. They all are.”

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317. “Was it a good dream?” I ask. “What?” “The one with me.” “No. No, it was a nightmare. One of a man from hell, lover of fire.”

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318. “This is your slingBlade, son. It will scrape the earth’s veins for you. It will kill pitvipers. Keep it sharp and if you get stuck in the drills, it will save your life for the price of a limb.” So said my uncle.”

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319. “The Gold spits. “You send a dog to do your fighting?” “I am a man!” Ragnar roars louder than the screaming engines of a passing ship.”

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320. “But business in a crony-capitalist society is the craft of sharks.”

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321. “Were you two in touch these last weeks? You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?” Aurae says with a little mischief.”

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322. “I admire one to my left, the bronze sun is behind him as he falls, silhouetting him, immortalizing him in that singular moment – one I know I shall never forget – so that he looks like a Miltonian angel falling with wrath and glory. His exoskeleton sheds its friction armor, as Lucifer might have shed the fetters of heaven, feathers of flame peeling off, fluttering behind. Then a missile slashes the sky and high-grade explosives christen him mortal once again.”

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323. “I took his hand, he took a friend. All he has done is bite and claw for his own survival. Watching him now, so small and plain in a world of gods, it’s almost as if he’s the hero nobly struggling against a father who rejected him, against a Society that laughs at his size, his weakness, and scorns him as a cannibal even though it was they who told him to do whatever he had to do to win.”

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324. “Tactus claps his hands together in laughter and draws Sevro in for an obnoxious hug. They are two very peculiar people. But I suppose snuggling in horse corpses gives a bond – makes twins of a morbid sort.”

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325. “And what you do for the people you love cannot be judged.”

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326. “Each time I returned to my wife, I told her that her boys died well. There’s no such thing.”

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327. “And violent hearts set harshest flame,” Roque murmurs from his knee.”

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328. “So, you’re who they call the Reaper,” Tactus drawls. He swings my blade experimentally. “Well, you just look too pretty to be much damage at all.” “Is he flirting with me?” I ask the Tamara girl. “Tactus, go away! Thank you, but now go away,” says the thin, hawkish girl.”

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329. “You are the wolf that howls and bites. i am the mustang that nuzzles the hand People know they can work with me. With you? Hell, kill or be killed.”

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330. “If you are wise and lucky and live long as me, you will learn this pain is just a drop in the sea.”

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331. “Rulers tend to dislike those who break rules.”

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332. “The waves crash all around the roots of the building. Both were made by man. Perhaps at first in hope, to give our species a new home to live and to love. But in time, I don’t know when, their creation became a vanity of will, and in the shadow of that vanity, man grew lesser for having more. Lesser for mastering the keys of creation, because he mistook himself for god, and cared less for his people, and more that his works endured.”

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333. “This is more a part of war than trumpets or starships. Quiet, unremembered moments of cruelty.”

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334. “Power isn’t real. It’s just a word.”

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335. “Yet how many times have I already been pieced back together? How much longer can all these stitches hold? In the end, will there even be pieces left of me?”

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336. “I hope you loved and loathed this story. I hope you read into the early morning, well past any reasonable hour, and that you come along with me for the conclusion of this little tale, and many more that are yet to be written.”

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337. “He needed a light. And he made it. Love was his shout into the wind. Same.”

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338. “It is said that a life is made great by sorrow and joy.”

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339. “Yet I’m a Red acting like a Gold. No man is bound to his fate. I can change him. I know I can. But how?”

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340. “Snorting, Sevro drops back to where the legendary Obsidian, Sefi Volarus, stands in her customary silence. He feigns an air of domesticity, but next to the giant woman, he looks a little like some sort of gutter dog an alcoholic father might ill-advisedly bring home to play with the children – washed and rid of fleas, but still possessing that weird mania behind the eyes. Pinched, thin lipped, with a nose crooked as an old knifefighter’s fingers. He eyes the crowd with resigned distaste.”

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341. “He would have been a tall boy, but he could never get enough food to put meat on his bones. His mother died next. The people of Lykos did the Fading Dirge for them – a tragic thumping of fists against chests, fading slowly, slowly, till the fists, like her heart, beat no more and all dispersed. The.”

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342. “I hope his pain fades in death. I did not love him till he was dead; and he should be dead, but he is still my brother. So I pray he finds peace in the vale and that I will see him again one day and we’ll embrace as brothers as he forgives me for what I did to him, because I did it for a dream, for our people.”

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343. “Kill or be killed. Cheat or be cheated.”

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344. “When falls the Rain, be brave. Be brave.”

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345. “I take his shoulder and bring him close like he’s a brother. I know the power touch can have.”

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346. “Honor is not what you say. It is not what you read.” Romulus thumps his chest. “Honor is what you do.”

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347. “A man may run, but none has escaped his fate. Yet.”

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348. “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust.”

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349. “She turns to the piano and begins a song, slow, mournful, that sounds like the wind in my dreams. As her fingers drift over the keys, the song wakes something inside me besides grief – a shadow, shadow of a shadow in the library of my mind, something I never knew forgotten.”

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350. “Laughter spews from between my teeth. I would die for the truth that all men are created equal. But in the kingdom of death, amidst ramparts of bodies and wind all of screams, there is a king, and his name is not Lune. It is Reaper.”

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