Androids were free from original sin, therefore spiritually superior to humankind
And my editor, Tom Dupree, for his patience, enthusiasm, and shared good taste for loving Mystery Science Theater 3000.
[Once Ummon asked a lesser light Are you a gardener> Yes it replied Why have turnips no roots> Ummon asked the gardener who could not reply Because said Ummon rainwater is plentiful] I think about thi...
You said seventy million were planned, I said. Yeah, well, we changed our minds after Transline’s resident AI read it. I slumped lower in the flowfoam. Even the AI hated it? The AI loved it, said Tyre...
Without conscious thought I stepped behind the altar, raised my arms, and began the celebration of the Eucharist. There was no sense of parody or melodrama in this act, no symbolism or hidden intentio...
Who was Hitler?' I said.Tyrena smiled slightly. 'An Old Earth politician who did some writing.
Well, nothing helps an artist’s career more than a little death and obscurity, I always say.
We have made some progress, thought Gladstone, despite the inertia forced upon us by the Core. Despite the near-death of science. Despite our fatal addiction to the toys granted us by our own creation...
We come into this world alone,We depart alone, This also is illusion.I will teach you the wayNot to come, not to go!
We are in a comfortable Dark Ages of the inventive mind; institutions change but little, and that by gradual evolution rather than revolution; scientific research creeps crablike in a lateral shuffle,...
We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.
We all retreat into ourselves in some way.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜsɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ. Aᴄᴄᴇss ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ғᴏʀ. Gᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, wh...
The firstdown team for this planet must have had a fixation on animals. Horse, Bear, Eagle. For three days we were creeping down the east coast of Equus over an irregular coastline called the Mane. We...
The fabric of space/time is much like one of the elaborate Vatican tapestries, thinks Nemes, and she who begins pulling on loose threads does so at the peril of watching the whole tapestry ravel.
The charge took less than forty seconds but Kassad discovered that this was ample time for his mouth to go absolutely dry, his breathing to begin to have problems, and for his testicles to retreat com...
That’s what writers and artists and creators do, boy. Listen to the Void and try to hear dead folks’ thoughts. Feel their pain. The pain of living folks too. Finding a muse is just an artist or holy m...
Stand as I did after throwing the switch, a murderer, a betrayer, but still proud, feet firmly planted on Hyperion’s shifting sand, head held high, fist raised against the sky, crying A plague on both...
Sort of like the Grim Reaper, but with a penchant for sticking souls on a giant thorn tree … while the people’s souls are still in their bodies. King