The implacability and violence of nature always awed him. That it could be entirely heedless and yet so beautiful. That awed him. But also its intricate intelligence. Its balancings. Its quiet compensations. It was like some unnamed justice permeated everything ... the workings of nature made the voracious, self-satiating intelligence of humans seem of the lowest order, not the highest. ~ Peter Heller, The River
“...the wind sings through your very blood. You cannot be caged. You cannot be broken. They lock you away because they fear you.” ~ Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Splintered Harmony
“We sluggalos have a code. That code is unity, support, family, and kneecapping bitches .” ~ Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles ( Dungeon Crawler Carl #8)