Thus Spoke Zarathustra By Friedrich Nietzsche Novels & Stories

"Nietzsche. Dostoevsky. Some philosophy. It's heavy stuff. Might help kill time." She reached out and touched the worn leather cover of Beyond Good and Evil. Her fingers were gentle, almost reverent. It was the first real sign of life I'd seen from her since the library. "You read these?" Still that flat voice. "I do." She opened the book and scanned a random page. Quiet for a moment. Then, without looking up, she said, "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Word perfect. Even her accent nailed the German. My eyebrows went up. "You've read Nietzsche?"

Just ask Nietzsche. Not many people know this, but Nietzsche was almost the victim of an eyti but was fortunately saved in time by my brother. It led him to write that famous quote of his, “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” For thirty-thousand years I’ve gazed into that abyss. An abyss of shadow with piercing purple eyes of doom, and I have felt it gaze back at me. Even I wonder how long before I too become the very monsters I fight.

He looked down and sighed, "It has been a long time since I failed at something. I almost forgot what it feels like" "Friedrich Nietzsche once said, 'The errors of great men are venerable because they are more fruitful than the truths of little men.' And you are a god. Your failure isn't really a failure, for 'failure is simply an opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.' Those were the words of Ford. If Henry was still here, he'd say the same thing." Ray looked at Butler Fin in puzzlement. He asked his mentor, "Who are these people that you keep mentioning. Since I was little you always quote some person I have never met before or never even heard of before. Mind telling me

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.