The air was hot and humid. Sultry. Her body seemed to have caught some of the intensity of the storm. She felt a little wild and out of sorts. Edgy. On the verge of something big.
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead.
My relative examined you, observed a few of your normal body cells, compared them with what it had learned from other humans most like you, and said that you had not only a cancer, but a talent for ca...
Science fiction is no more written for scientists than ghost stories are written for ghosts.
[...]watching his white teeth flash at her and the lines in his face soften so that he almost looked boyish. That smile was reserved for her alone and it was full-blown, wide, bright and heart-stoppin...
In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and a...
As a mistress, death seemed lacking in many essentials. Therefore, I decided not to die.
She was here, and it was now; and as the emperor's instructors had so often drummed into her, the first item of business was to fit into her surroundings. And that meant not looking like an escapee fr...
Reputation never has very much to do with reality. I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the roo...
We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains
He thinks perhaps there’s a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals an...
The art of fiction has not changed much since prehistoric times. The formula for telling a powerful story has remained the same: create a strong character, a person of great strengths, capable of deep...
You're a miracle, woman. Draden meant it.
I can't go back, said Towser. Nor I, said Fowler. They would turn me back into a dog, said Towser. And me, said Fowler, back into a man.
Where have all the Fembots gone?
Humans were still not only the cheapest robots around, but also, for many tasks, the only robots that could do the job. They were self-reproducing robots too. They showed up and worked generation afte...
Lately I have come to believe that the principle difference between Heaven and Hell is the company you keep there....
The t'ca [ship] left them, rolled and slewed off in a maneuver that made sense to a multi-brained snake.
Science fiction is very well suited to asking philosophical questions; questions about the nature of reality, what it means to be human, how do we know the things that we think we know.
It's better to die in pursuit of your dreams than to live a life without hope.
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