There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber, she explained. There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all...
The world is not ending. Not if, as Astounding Science Fiction used to suggest, humans are bright enough to think our way out of the problems we think ourselves into. I
The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties.
The really important thing to be was yourself, just as hard as you could.
The really dangerous people believe that they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.
The paradigms were shifting. He could feel it. The old world, a world of infinite vastness and illimitable resources and future, was being confronted by something else—a web of energy, of opinions, of...
The moonlight was enough. It would do.
The gods we prayed to when we were young used up their time so long ago. They cannot answer anymore.They never liked us, did they?Gods don't like. They love, they hate, they ignore...
The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut as he had thought it, a few minutes before.
The dead dun't disappoint you. They've had their life, done what they've done. We dun't change. The living, they always disappoint you, dun't they? You meet a boy who's all brave and noble, and he gro...
The cat looked as if it were about to say something sarcastic. Then it flicked its whiskers and said, Challenge her. There's no guarantee she'll play fair, but her kind of thing loves games and challe...
The Kin,’ said the Doctor. ‘A population that consists of only one creature, but able to move through time as easily and instinctively as a human can cross the road. There was only one of you. But you...
That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.
Take one, and you cannot take the other, she said. But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?
Songs remain. They last. The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties. A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. Tha...
Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it. And
Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where...
So life isn't exciting? continued Gary. Great. Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight. I'll still have a job on Monday. Yeah? He turned and looked at Richard.Richard...