I have so little patience with the whole Y.A. book thing. As far as I'm concerned, you either read books for children or you read books for adults.
The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet.
I’ve talked to the lawyers.’ ‘Did you disinfect afterwards?
Given enough traces of continuity, you could make a leap that enabled you to see the whole as a kind of premonition of real knowledge.
Face the facts. Then act on them. It’s the only mantra I know, the only doctrine I have to offer you, and it’s harder than you’d think, because I swear humans seem hardwired to do anything but. Face t...
Outside.
When a forty-minute swim in the Hendrix's underground pool failed to dispel either the longing for Miriam Bancroft's torrid company or the Merge Nine hangover, I did the only thing I felt equipped for...
The strain on her face was still there, like weathered rocks under a thin mantle of snow.
Take up citizenship and the conversion it entailed, send a couple of your sons to the levy when they were of age, pay taxes calculated not to drive you and your family into penury or the mountains and...
Served up through the id-feeding Technicolor TV drip that passed for national news coverage, he was just new dosage in a regime already 150 years screen-ingrained.
Ringil, preparing to hand out some straightforward reassurance, felt mischief sparkle through him instead. It was the call of impending risk, he knew, the itch to action—and a long building irritation...
Look, she told me one day in a Millsport coffeehouse. Shopping—actual, physical shopping—could have been phased out centuries ago if they’d wanted it that way. They who? People. Society. She waved a h...
Kovacs, I hate these goddamn freaks. They’ve been grinding us down for the best part of two and a half thousand years. They’ve been responsible for more misery than any other organisation in history....
It was the blue-tinged taste of a regret so deep you could never plumb its depths. It was the victory at Rajal that never came, it was his brother walking away down the long dark wood corridor, it was...
I walked beside the woman I had killed last week and tried to hold up my end of a conversation about cats. There
I lay still for a while, picking up the scattered garments of my mind and trying to assemble some kind of reasonable outfit from them.
I already have a doctorate in conflict investment. I don’t really need the gifted-amateur reading list.
Childishness is a common enough sin amongst humans. Perhaps we should not be so quick to judge.
Officious.
You thought perhaps you would drink it away, the plague? Was that the plan?I thought perhaps I'd try to die drunk.Such ambition. And this from a dragon-slayer.