"More than one philosopher has claimed that we ever remain children, far beneath the indurated layers that make up the armour of adulthood. Armour encumbers, restricts the body and soul within it. But it also protects. Blows are blunted. Feelings lose their edge, leaving us to suffer naught but a plague of bruises, and, after a time, bruises fade."

Source : Steven Erikson (2009). “Memories of Ice: (Malazan Book of the Fallen: Book 3)”, p.160, Random House

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