Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “There’s no honesty in elegance, not in the elegance of humans at least.”

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302. “One cannot make a mouse a lion.” “He can think like a lion.”

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303. “I said it once. Now I’ll say it twice. If there’s two things in this world that can’t be killed, it’s the fungus under my sack and the Reaper of bloodydamn Mars. Haha!”

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

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305. “The moment a child thinks it is entitled to anything, they think they deserve everything. Why.”

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306. “Everything she is dwells behind her eyes. She has her father’s mind. Her mother’s face. And a distant, foreboding sort of intelligence that can give you wings or crush you to the earth.”

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307. “This race – what a beautiful monster. They carry all of humanity’s strengths, except one. Empathy.”

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308. “You’re making me emotional, and I hate it.”

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309. “If the need arises I’ve got myself a psychotic Goblin-sized fighter jet.”

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310. “Rose petals of a thousand shades fall from the trees as Golds fight beneath them. They’re all red in the end.”

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311. “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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312. “It seems only a day ago that I knew I was a pioneer of Mars. Only a day ago that I suffered so that humanity, desperate to leave a dying Earth, could spread to the red planet. Oh, how well my rulers lied.”

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313. “Today I feel the silent screams of a civilization that has been stepped on for hundreds of years.”

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314. “The Golds dance in pairs, Obsidians in threes, Grays in dozens,” he told me. “We dance alone, because only alone do Helldivers drill. Only alone can a boy become a man.”

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315. “They are coming for me. Or am I coming for them? I do not know. I try to feel like the predator, but I cannot. My rage is calming. It is slowing and giving way to fear as the halls stretch on.”

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316. “What did he want?” Sevro asks. “What do all politicians want?” “Prostitutes.”

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317. “I put him and Victra in the west wing so we can actually get some sleep. Last time, I woke up in the middle of the night thinking a coyote was caught in the air recycler. I swear, at the pace they’re going they’ll be able to single-handedly populate Pluto in a few years.”

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318. “This is the future. It should not be this way for generations. My life is a lie.”

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

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320. “Daughter, you are my heart,” he replies. “I trust you like I trust the vaulting sky. I look up, and there it is. Different shades, perhaps, but always there. Always true.”

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321. “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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322. “The Gray soldiers prowl the cities ensuring order, ensuring obedience to the hierarchy. The Whites arbitrate their justice and push their philosophy. Pinks pleasure and serve in highColor homes. Silvers count and manipulate currency and logistics. Yellows study the medicines and sciences. Greens develop technology. Blues navigate the stars. Coppers run the beauracracy. Every Color has a purpose. Every Color props up the Golds.”

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

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324. “I always thought I would die before the end. I trudged on knowing I was doomed. But my friends have breathed love into me, breathed my faith back into my bones. They’ve made me want to live.”

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325. “So this kid is what? A predestined Alexander? A Caesar? A Genghis? A Wiggin?”

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326. “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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327. “This is the Noble Lie. Every frayed nerve, every quaking cell, screams in horror, urging me to crawl out of the tube, to escape this insanity. Is a man a coward if he realizes that bravery is just a myth the old tell the young so they line up for the meatgrinder? My first toy was a wooden sword. Adults think it adorable.”

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328. “If violence is the Gold sport, manipulation is their art form.”

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329. “Anyone who writes books is at least mostly an introvert. It’s amazing to be able to share that internalized part of myself, that little world that no one really knows about. I just wrote down it down on a piece of paper just to be crazy, and people loving that is so strange.”

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330. “He disagrees with the rules, but he follows them. It is possible. I can do the same until I have power enough to change them.”

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331. “Forevermore, let justice be done.”

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

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333. “War isn’t real. It’s just a three-letter word for other people that they see in the digital newsfeeds.”

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334. “The key is having a long memory for the sweet, and a short one for the bitter.”

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335. “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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336. “I used to think the life strands of my friends frayed around me, because mine was too strong. Now I realize that when we are wound together, we make something unbreakable. Something that lasts long after this life ends. My.”

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337. “They are terrible. Terribly rich. Terribly talented. And their chief virtue lies in their ability to sin. They’re prodigies at it.”

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338. “All the love I’ve earned and lost and still wish to live for, I let burn in me. Half.”

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

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340. “I’m not sure when I lost my faith. I don’t think it’s something that just happens. Maybe I’ve been worn down bit by bit, pretending to believe in the Vale because it’s easier than the alternative. I.”

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341. “How do you prepare for a kick in the balls?” I say. “You don’t. You suck it up.”

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342. “LUX EX TENEBRIS. Out of darkness, light.”

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343. “It’s not the bark that counts, oldboy. It’s the bite.”

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344. “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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345. “Nothing binds like pain shared.”

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346. “It is our duty to embrace the scars our choices give us, to embrace and remember our mistakes, else we live believing our own myth.”

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347. “Lykos may be gone. Eo may be silent. Mustang a world away. And the Sons on the brink of extinction. But I feel my soul trickling back into me as I realize I am finally home.”

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348. “And you don’t mind cheating?” I ask. “Cheat or be cheated, no?” Familiar.”

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349. “Tidings! It’s Uncle Sevro and the Moderately Friendly Giant.”

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350. “His laughter stitches more of me together. Bit by bit, I feel like my friends are coming back to me. Or maybe I’m coming back to them. Suppose.”

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