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 you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: ‘what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.
Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess. Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift of survival.
Love. Tired old jokes aside, a real, powerful love does have one thing in common with Hell itself: it burns everything else out of you.
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?
It's amazing the stupid things I say sometimes. I mean, you could start an entire branch of scientific research about the stuff I say that gets proved wrong while I'm still busy saying it.
It was only after they had left the bridge and its gaurdian far behind that Theo realized he had left Tansy's telephone-brooch in the pocket of his jacket. He had no plans to go back for it, of course...
In a hole, in a hole. Skodi piped, . . . in the ground, in a hole, where the wet-nosed mole sings a song of cold stone, and of mud and gray bone, a quiet, small song all the chill, dark night long as...
I try to choose the happier way of saying things, so that my own words will not weigh me down like stones.
How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' B...
He was a figurehead - an aging CEO of his own family who only showed up for the board meetings and wondered how so much got done without him.
He turned up the car radio and punched buttons until he found something loud and thumpingly exultant, some piece of jolly stupidity from AC/DC.
Go down. It seemed obvious. You have to go down before you can come out - that's how these things always work.
Existen muchas clases de prisiones.Jarnauga
But it is only possible to talk clearly about less important things. The greatest truths lie within, always within. They cannot be given. They must be found
And here comes The Aeneid, right on schedule, Martine said. Paul looked at her, but if it was a joke, she wasn’t smiling.
And Jinnears—engineers! Who works with machines? Engineers and . . . and techs. Jinnears and Ticks. Renie let out a hysterical giggle. But that means I’m a Jinnear, too—I have a degree and everything....
A piece of writing is a trap, he said cheerily, and the best kind. A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive—which is knowledge—alive forever.
A part of me, of course, was reminding myself over and over and over again that I should never have tried to lie to the higher angels of the Ephorate. Hubris, the Greeks called that. A dumbshit move,...