The future is already here. It's just not evenly distributed yet.
I let myself flop - so gently, so slowly - into my one real chair and tried to make myself understand that I was on the doorstep of the universe.
I feel like a china cup that broke and was put back together wrong.
science fiction is not about the future but about the possibilities inherent in the present.
Without the dreamers who write science fiction and other imaginary material we'd still be sitting in caves ... if we weren't already extinct.
The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gav...
The right place; that was what he was looking for. The right place. Place was all important, place meant everything. Take this rock…Take you, rock, he said. He squinted at it.Ah yes, here we have the...
That was the first time I realized that some people had something truly beautiful and it was called family. I wanted that for myself-and that tea set. It was elegant and beautiful, and it represented...
Once you realize that power will always end up with the sort of people who crave it, I think that there are worse people who could have it than Peter.
Life’s more science-fictiony by the day.
I detested that people who already had everything they could possibly want would step on others who had nothing. Would use them and crush them. I'd lived my life mainly in the streets and found out th...
By and large, the kind of science fiction which makes tomorrow's headlines as near as this morning's coffee has enlarged popular awareness of the modern, miraculous world of science we live in. It has...
A part of him felt she would always have been a mystery to him, elusive and enigmatic, but at the same time, she was comfortable as if they had been together for years.
. . hated each other so much their feud had become legendary. Half the jokes in the galaxy started with a vampire and an otrokar walk into a bar….
The most visceral science fiction always takes place in the past and focuses on the humdrum
There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, t...
Stories are where memories go when they're forgotten...
Science fiction is using an exploration of where we might be, to explore where it seems like we are heading, in order to reveal exactly where we are.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.