One Day, Perhaps, You Will See For

Civilization After Civilization, It Is The Same. The World Falls To Tyranny With A Whisper. The Frightened Are Ever Keen To Bow To A Perceived Necessity, In The Belief That Necessity Forces Conformity, And Conformity A Certain Stability. In A World Shaped Into Conformity, Dissidents Stand Out, Are Easily Branded And Dealt With. There Is No Multitude Of Perspectives, No Dialogue. The Victim Assumes The Face Of The Tyrant, Self-righteous And Intransigent, And Wars Breed Like Vermin. And People Die.

What Makes A Malazan Soldier So Dangerous? They’re Allowed To Think.

The More Civilized A Nation, The More Conformed Its Population, Until That Civilization's Last Age Arrives, When Multiplicity Wages War With Conformity. The Former Grows Ever Wilder, Ever More Dysfunctional In Its Extremities; Whilst The Latter Seeks To Increase Its Measure Of Control, Until Such Efforts Acquire Diabolical Tyranny.' - Traveller

You Always Fashioned Yourself As The Empire's Harshest Fist, Didn't You, Korbolo Dom? As If Cruelty's A Virtue.

The Tiger Is Humbled By Memories Of Prey.