Aenea heard the music of the spheres. She resonated with the Void Which Binds, which resonates in turn to sentient life and thought, and then she used the almost illimitable energy of the Void to … to...
A human being on this world, Duane realized with a shock of recognition approaching vertigo, made no more permanent impression than does a hand thrust in water. Remove the hand, and water rushes in to...
—No. He is asking us if we can truly bear hearing the story. Losing our ignorance can be dangerous because our ignorance is a shield.
The idle arrogance common to such nobodies who have just come into a small bit of power.
Takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature
Kilometers of open sea and the equator. The next land we see then is the northwest coast of Aquila, the so-called Beak. Animals. To call this conveyance a passenger dirigible is an exercise in creativ...
Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.
What’s it called? she asked. La putain enormé, said Ada. What does it mean?
We were gods then. But even gods must descend from their high thrones upon occasion.
This is every writer's nightmare--the sudden breakdown of meaning in the language that sustains and supports us...
Then the young men, streaming blood on their painted chests and backs, would stand and begin their dancing and chanting, leaning back from or toward the sacred tree so that their bodies were often sus...
Philosophical poetry by moonlight was all right, but guns that shot straight and true were a necessity.
More climbers die during the descent than on the way up.Karakaredes seems to be considering this. After a minute he says, Yes, but here on the summit, there must be some ritual . . .Hero photos, gasps...
Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.
It was late morning when Kassad finished his story.
In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go f...
In the beginning was the Word.In the end . . . past honor, past life, past caring . . .In the end will be the Word.
I will not try to describe the beauty of life in a Swarm ‒ their zero-gravity globe cities and comet farms and thrust clusters, their micro-orbital forests and migrating rivers and the ten thousand co...
I miei pensieri erano come mercurio... scivolavano sempre via, prima che potessi afferrarli o sagomarli in forma coerente.
I found no muse on Hyperion during those first years. For many, the expansion of distance because of limited transportation—EMVs were unreliable, skimmers scarce—and the contraction of artificial cons...