Quotes Chapters 8-10

“Can there be freedom when our perspective is restricted and our view limited to that which we see down our nose, our hands and our feet? Our perspective is all we know. We cannot know another’s truth. We are the victims of our shortsightedness, our desire, our rage. Our passion blinds us to the hopes and feelings of those around us. We cannot even know the reality of our neighbour or our beloved. We believe they see as we see, feel as we feel, but this is a fallacy. Unless we can see them from within, unless we can be them, we are blind and our blindness holds us back.”
Verne, Chapter Eight

Security is all Harryet Nathos ever wanted…But security is an illusion. We seek that which gives us a semblance of it—routine, predictability—to convince ourselves we are masters of our own destiny when in reality the gods fill our sails and blow our ships where they will: to safe shores or against the rocks—whatever suits their purpose. A false sense of security is what lets us flaunt our freedom.”
Verne, Chapter Eight

We are all subject to a higher power…The merchant is subject to the margin between his profit and loss, the teacher is subject to the whims of her students and their disposition to learn, the miner to the stone’s willingness to break.”
Verne, Chapter Eight

 “The soldiers kick her. Why, I do not know. She certainly does not struggle. Perhaps it is to demonstrate their power, their dominance over her now that she has fallen.”
Verne, Chapter Nine

“Normal was Verne the kylon, a beast whose life, thoughts and surreptitious dreams were domesticated. Normal was when I feared and loved my master. I was predictable and immobilised by dependency. If she flung the gates wide and said, “Get out!” I would sit and whine. I would allow her to kick me again and again. I would seek my revenge by lifting my leg on her favourite piece of furniture but I would never leave. I would never bite. Normal was begging for forgiveness. Normal was defeated.”
Verne, Chapter Ten

“To realise you are different is both a blessing and a curse. To see the world from on high, like a bird, understanding the intricate patterns, seeing the relationships, the threads, this is a true gift. Ignorance, too, is a gift.”
Drayk, Chapter Ten

“Down the dreary march, down into the depths of the mines. They are dead, their lives snuffed out like insignificant flames, replaced by phantoms that walk in their place.”
Verne, Chapter Ten

“The eagle ignores me and swoops down over the mines. I wonder what carrion it feeds on when the earth is denuded. Then it occurs to me…We, the people, have become food for the beasts.”
Verne, Chapter Ten