Brutha Quotes
Brother Preptil, the master of music, had described Brutha’s voice as putting him in mind of a disappointed vulture arriving too late at the dead donkey. (SG)
‘Yes, but humans are more important than animals,’ said Brutha.
‘This is a point of view often expressed by humans,’ said Om. (SG)
‘I still don’t see how one god can be a hundred thunder gods. They all look different...’
‘False noses.’
‘What?’
‘And different voices. I happen to know Io’s got seventy different hammers. Not common knowledge, that. And It’s just the same with mother goddesses. There’s only one of ‘em. She just got a lot of wigs and of course it’s amazing what you can do with a padded bra'. (SG)
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings. (SG)
'I like the idea of democracy. You have to have someone everyone distrusts,’said Brutha. ‘That way, everyone’s happy.' (SG)
'Any mushrooms in these parts?’ said Brutha innocently.
St. Ungulant nodded happily.
‘After the annual rains, yes. Red ones with yellow spots. The desert becomes really interesting after the mushroom season.’
‘Full of giant purple singing slugs? Talking pillars of flame? Exploding giraffes? That sort of thing?’ said Brutha carefully.
‘Good heavens, yes,’ said the saint. ‘I don’t know why. I think they’re attracted by the mushrooms.' (SG)
'What’s a philosopher?’ said Brutha.
‘Someone who’s bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,’ said a voice in his head. (SG)
'I used to think that I was stupid, and then I met philosophers.' (SG)
There were twenty-three other novices in Brutha’s dormitory, on the principle that sleeping alone promoted sin. This always puzzled the novices themselves, since a moment’s reflection would suggest that there were whole ranges of sins only available in company. (SG)
'You can die for your country or your people or your family, but for a god you should live fully and busily, every day of a long life.' (SG)
'We get the gods we deserve,’ said Brutha, ‘and I think we don’t deserve any.' (SG)
‘Everything happens because things have happened before. Stupid.’ (SG)
Brutha had never been any good at lying. The truth itself had always seemed so incomprehensible that complicating things even further had always been beyond him. (SG)
'We died for lies, for centuries we died for lies.’ He waved a hand towards the god. ‘Now we’ve got a truth to die for!’
‘No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.' (SG)
‘Yes, but humans are more important than animals,’ said Brutha.
‘This is a point of view often expressed by humans,’ said Om. (SG)
‘I still don’t see how one god can be a hundred thunder gods. They all look different...’
‘False noses.’
‘What?’
‘And different voices. I happen to know Io’s got seventy different hammers. Not common knowledge, that. And It’s just the same with mother goddesses. There’s only one of ‘em. She just got a lot of wigs and of course it’s amazing what you can do with a padded bra'. (SG)
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings. (SG)
'I like the idea of democracy. You have to have someone everyone distrusts,’said Brutha. ‘That way, everyone’s happy.' (SG)
'Any mushrooms in these parts?’ said Brutha innocently.
St. Ungulant nodded happily.
‘After the annual rains, yes. Red ones with yellow spots. The desert becomes really interesting after the mushroom season.’
‘Full of giant purple singing slugs? Talking pillars of flame? Exploding giraffes? That sort of thing?’ said Brutha carefully.
‘Good heavens, yes,’ said the saint. ‘I don’t know why. I think they’re attracted by the mushrooms.' (SG)
'What’s a philosopher?’ said Brutha.
‘Someone who’s bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,’ said a voice in his head. (SG)
'I used to think that I was stupid, and then I met philosophers.' (SG)
There were twenty-three other novices in Brutha’s dormitory, on the principle that sleeping alone promoted sin. This always puzzled the novices themselves, since a moment’s reflection would suggest that there were whole ranges of sins only available in company. (SG)
'You can die for your country or your people or your family, but for a god you should live fully and busily, every day of a long life.' (SG)
'We get the gods we deserve,’ said Brutha, ‘and I think we don’t deserve any.' (SG)
‘Everything happens because things have happened before. Stupid.’ (SG)
Brutha had never been any good at lying. The truth itself had always seemed so incomprehensible that complicating things even further had always been beyond him. (SG)
'We died for lies, for centuries we died for lies.’ He waved a hand towards the god. ‘Now we’ve got a truth to die for!’
‘No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.' (SG)