There is no such thing as an accident. That's what science is all about. (...) There are only patterns we don't yet recognize.
The manchildren, the mortals, have many ideas of what happens after they die, and wrangle about who is right and who is wrong. These disagreements often come to bloodshed, as if they wished to dispatc...
The Stone Girl looked down at the ground for a long moment, then up at Renie, squinting her pockmark eyes as though against a fierce sun. Before I met you, she asked with a certain delicacy, did you s...
Oh, please, Barrick, sweet angry Barrick, don’t fall in love with Death.
Never make your home in a place, the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish i...
If you pull a single thread away it is just that—a single thread. I defy any man to read a tapestry from a solitary strand.
People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?
The road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.
There’s sense, he told himself. You build something and then you stay there. That’s the way it’s meant to be. Not this running here, running there, never see your blood-family or your home roofs for a...
The dragon's blood had changed him, he realized. Not in a magical way, like in one of Shem Horsegroom's old stones - he couldn't understand the speech of animals, or see a hundred leagues. Well, that...
That is what I hate about ruling and royalty, Simon. It is living, breathing people with whom a prince plays the games of statecraft.
That is the problem with rumors, said Avin Brone. It is very hard to prove that things are not true—much more difficult than proving they are.
Strip off the branches and make the logs smooth, the quail said in the voice of a mischievous girl-child. Didn’t your mother and father teach you anything? Paul stared. It was not the strangest thing...
Stories are the things people use to give the universe a shape...there is little difference between a folktale, a religous revelation, and a scientific theor
Sometimes I talk about baseball just to annoy people who don’t understand it.
Piercing My Hearte there is A Golden Dagger; That is GodPiercing God's Hearte there is a Golden Needle; That is me
Oh, the Ocean is a question But the River is an answer With her rollicking and frolicking As fine as any dancer
Never trust people that like to call things by initials, that's my philosophy.
Kind of like I suspect things are at night in the It’s A Small World ride, when all the little figures come to life and whisper about how they’d like to torture and murder all those screaming children...
John Wulgaru, she thought when she got back. Her hands were shaking. Is that his name, then? Am I the only person who knows that? Or the only person still alive?