“The worst kind of poison for despots: truth.”
Kay Kenyon“Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach.”
Kay Kenyon, A Thousand Perfect Things“He didn't know which he preferred: the Red, with its fatalistic and pious acceptance of all futures, or the Misery, acknowledging that the more you attracted notice, the worse God dealt with you.”
Kay Kenyon, City Without End“The worst kind of poison for despots: truth.”
Kay Kenyon, City Without End“The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I be rich?”
Kay Kenyon, City Without End“She shrugged. "Ownership is a fragile concept.”
Kay Kenyon, City Without End