The nuggets themselves are pillow-shaped and vaguely striated to echo piratical treasure chests. Now, with a flake-type of cereal, Randy’s strategy would never work. But then, Cap’n Crunch in a flake...
The modern world’s hell on haiku writers: Electrical generator is, what, eight syllables? You couldn’t even fit that onto the second line!
The managerthunks down a couple of steps, glares at her, glares at her for rather a longtime. The manager, clearly, is tempted. That momentary glimpse of flesh hasbeen ricocheting around in his brain...
The leaders of Nippon were stupid. They took all of the gold out of Tokyo and buried it in holes in the ground in the Philippines! Because they thought that The General would march into Tokyo and stea...
The implied responsibility placed upon the officer’s shoulders by the subordinate’s unhesitating willingness to follow orders is a withering burden to any officer with half a brain, and Shaftoe has mo...
The hasty shake-and-bake nature of the Ymir expedition, which had stirred up so much controversy, had been forced by the implacable timeline of celestial mechanics. Time, tide, and comets waited for n...
The general picture was that Ymir would not be anything like the traditional idea of a spaceship, in the sense of an orderly, symmetrical piece of architecture. It would be more like a flying robotic...
The fact that the scientific investigator works 50 percent of his time by nonrational means is, it seems, quite insufficiently recognized.
The doctor had been dousing her hands with a sort of ointment they use, scented like bad gin. It is a ritual with them.
The difference between stupid and intelligent people-and this is true whether or not they are well-educated-is that intelligent people can handle subtlety. They are not baffled by ambiguous or even co...
The damn bells kept ringing through the fog. Bud mumbled a command to his music system, a phased acoustical array splayed across both eardrums like the seeds on a strawberry. The volume went up but co...
The business is a simple one. Hiro gets information. It may be gossip,videotape, audiotape, a fragment of a computer disk, a xerox of a document. Itcan even be a joke based on the latest highly public...
The basic problem for Lawrence was that he was lazy. He had figured out that everything was much simpler if, like Superman with his X-ray vision, you just stared through the cosmetic distractions and...
The Pudgelys and the Pinkhearts and the Roundasses are all staring at her, slackjawed. She has just enough residual energy to swing into their driveway. Her momentum carries her to the top. She stops...
The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries tofire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burbbeater, the Deliverator's car unloads that power...
The Deliverator does not know for sure what happens to the driver in such cases,but he has heard some rumors. Most pizza deliveries happen in the eveninghours, which Uncle Enzo considers to be his pri...
The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here.
The Bourbon-Orléans family tree is infinitely larger, more ramified, and more intertangled than can possibly be shown here, largely owing to the longevity, fertility, and polygamy of Louis XIV.
That’s the bad news. Okay, and what is the good news? All the people saying mean things about me on the Internet are gonna be dead in four hundred and thirty-three days, she said, deadpan.
That time in Seattle—during the lawsuit—was a fucking nightmare. I came out of it dead broke, without a house, without anything except a girlfriend and a knowledge of UNIX. Well, that’s something, Avi...