Steven Erikson
Steven Erikson
Steven Eriksonis the pseudonym of Steve Rune Lundin, a Canadian novelist, who was educated and trained as both an archaeologist and anthropologist...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 October 1959
CountryCanada
one-day frozen faces
A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder
memories love-you past
I love you still, but with your death I succumbed to a kind of infatuation. I convinced myself that what you and I had, so very briefly, was of far vaster and deeper import than it truly was. Of all the weapons we chose to turn upon ourselves, guilt is the sharpest, Silverfox. It can carve one's own past into unrecognizable shapes, false memories leading to beliefs that sow all kinds of obsessions.
grief soul ends
The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.
expectations way demand
Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.
paradise innocent empty
Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.
flaws realizing virtue
Detachment is a flaw, not a virtue-don’t you realize that?
ambition law humanity
Morality was not relative, they claimed, nor even existing solely in the realm of human condition. No, they proclaimed morality was an imperative of all life, a natural law that was neither the brutal acts of beasts nor the lofty ambitions of humanity, but something other, something unassailable
pain betrayal despair
Betrayal was the greatest of all crimes, for it took all that was human within a person and made it a thing of pain. In the face of that, murder itself was surcease: it was quick, and it ended the anguish and despair of a life without hope.