N. K. Jemisin
N K Jemisin is an American speculative fiction writer and blogger.
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There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.
There is no logic to grief.
But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there’s always a little love left, underneath.
Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
Immortality gets very, very boring. You'd be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.
It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is evil.
“I'm tired of being what everyone else has made me,” I said. “I want to be myself.”
“Don’t be a child.”
I looked up, startled and angry, though of course there was nothing to see. “What?”
“You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I’m tired of your whining.”
“I will not beg your forgiveness,” she said. Only her voice betrayed her fear; it was not its usual strong, clear tone. “I did what I felt was right.”
“Of course you did,” I said. “It was the wise thing to do.”
But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.
It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy, it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
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