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Jack Faust

Jack Faust

Jack Faust is a science fiction novel by American writer Michael Swanwick. It was nominated for the British Science Fiction Award in 1997, and for both the Hugo and Locus Awards in 1998.


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“This is the price you must pay for knowledge: You must understand and acknowledge its consequences.”

Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 2, “Revelations” (p. 30)

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“What the common man calls Evil, he once told me, is nothing more than the fear of one’s own potential.”

Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 16, “The Wild Hunt” (p. 278)

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“That is the true measure of love, you see, the evil one will stoop to for its sake…”

Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 16, “The Wild Hunt” (p. 292)

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“Paid off? Do you mean bribery?”

“That is, umm, not an entirely pleasant word for it.” Dreschler’s doughy face took on a pained expression. “It is more in the nature of an advance payment to ensure the labor force will be satisfied with the negotiated wage schedules.”
Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 15, “The Abortion” (p. 265)

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“Good men are dying at this very moment to protect you, your factories, your possessions, and all civilization.”

“Good men are dying every moment,” Gretchen replied coldly, “somewhere. Since they did not ask my leave to do so, I feel no particular obligation toward them.”
Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 13, “Tabloids” (p. 219)

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“Out of doors on a moonless night?”

Mette sneered. “Only fools, footpads, and astrologers stray where there is no light.”
Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 4, “Flight” (p. 57)

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“Now here is a treasure, Averroës Commentaries on Aristotle in a tolerable translation from the Arabic by Gerard of Cremona.”

He lasciviously stroked the red leather boards, knowing well how his pupil ached for the chance to pore through it. “A liar’s gloss on a liar’s lies. Surely this is a rare criminal.”
Source: Jack Faust (1997), Chapter 1, “Trinity” (p. 7)