The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.
The Black Hole? Grey asked, incredulously. Nobody quotes The Black Hole, Dresden. Nobody even remembers that one. Hogwash. Ernest Borgnine, Anthony Perkins, and Roddy McDowall all in the same movie? I...
That’s just a fiction, I said, a little game of protocol. Little games of protocol are how one shows respect, especially to those with whom one does not get along famously well. It can be tedious, but...
That...that bitch.
That's Doctor Smart-ass. I didn't spend eight years in insult college to be called Mister.
That isn’t going to happen, he told her. It’s going to be all right Fool, Kitai scoffed gently. You do not know that. Sometimes you don’t know the most important things, Tavi said. You believe them. T...
Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup,...
Steady as she goes, Mister Kettle, the grim gaptain said, his voice stern.
Sometimes, son, Count Calderon said, you have to acknowledge that your future is in someone else’s hands.
Sometimes I think that’s where most of us are, I said. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It’s that second bit that’s important.
Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.
Someone is out there, I said. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck - Mixing metaphors? Thomas suggested.
Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.
So? Bob said. Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved. Bob, I said. You can't just go around killing people. I know. That's why you should do it. No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.
So I added in all the pains I'd learned. Cooking blunders I'd had to eat anyways. Equipment and property constantly breaking down, needing repairs and attention. Tax insanity, and rushing around tryin...
She’d grown up in a strict household; she’d gone insane with freedom the minute she ran away and got out on her own.
She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom? It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple an...
She kissed me again, and I returned it in kind, and it was a liquid, smooth thing, as restrained and desperate as the near-still surface of a rushing river.
Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who allowed the television to...
Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become somewhat tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who had allowed the...