You want to be a hero, he repeated. You want to be one of those rare human beings who make history, rather than merely watch it flow around them like water around a rock.
Womangrove root and firefern lined the banks, and each branch and twisting
Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse?
We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then trying to make a minuet out of all that chaotic...
We are all eaters of souls.
Wasn’t ‘Ms.’ an honorific for females back in pre-rubicon days? asked Frome. Some sort of honorary degree for not getting married or something?
To make love to the one true person who deserves that love is one of the few absolute rewards of being a human being, balancing all of the pain, loss, awkwardness, loneliness, idiocy, compromise, and...
This was, without a doubt, the cruciform of which the Bikura spoke. And it had been set here a minimum of many thousands of years ago—perhaps tens of thousands—long before mankind first left Old Earth...
This is where the Iliad begins, and it should be the focus of all my energies and professional skills, but the truth is that I don’t really give a shit.
There is a war up there where time creaks which spans galaxies and eons back and forward to the Big Bang and the Final Implosion\\
Then I saw a wan face Not pinned by human sorrows, but bright blanchedBy an immortal sickness which kills not;It works a constant change, which happy deathCan put no end to; deathwards progressingTo n...
The world as we know it is ending, my friends, no matter what happens to us
The ship did not respond to queries. Without the ship, there could be no fatline relay to the Ousters, the Web, or anywhere else beyond Hyperion. Normal comm bands were down. ‘Could the ship have been...
The right hemisphere was not without some language—but only the most emotionally charged units of communication could lodge in that affective hemisphere; my vocabulary was now down to nine words. (Thi...
The only thing that had changed was that the bills were bigger.
The marvelous organic computer wedged in my skull had dumped its language content like a flawed program. The right hemisphere was not without some language—but only the most emotionally charged units...
The first Dying Earth sold three billion copies, I said. Pilgrim’s Progress, she said. Mein Kampf. Once in a century. Maybe less. But it sold three billion … Look, said Tyrena. In twentieth-century Ol...
The cybrid allows me to carry out my role in the datumplane community. As poet? Johnny smiled again. More as poem, he said. A poem? An ongoing work of art … but not in the human sense. A puzzle perhap...
The best lack all conviction, he thought, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. Dur
The best lack all conviction, he thought, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.