Quotes Tagged "scifi"

The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

We all know interspecies romance is weird.

Science Fiction: Any scientific acclaim that omits God.

I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn't make sense.

Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. “So he’s been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure—” “Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.

She paused and saw him tense in expectation. He wouldn’t like to hear this, but better from her than one of the others. “You aren’t the only pilot I have in my service. And you aren’t the only person with a dark past, though the illegal things that you did, you were forced to do by the Core. But I will tell you what I’ve told the others. This is your last chance. You screw up with me and you get shipped up river. I don’t offer second chances—I offer last chances.” Nope, he didn’t like it. She saw the hand not holding the bottle of beer curl into a fist. Sin and Del, from Sunscapes Trilogy, Book 1: Last Chance

Science fiction at its best should be crazy and dangerous, not sane and safe.

My ideas come from the dark recesses of my mind, reaching out with tendrils of shadow, pulling me in and turning my world into a constantly shifting whirlwind of reality ranging from space exploration and alien worlds to teleporting cats, time travel and mind reading. You know, the usual places.

Outro pensamento lhe ocorria sempre que varria com os olhos aquelas minúsculas manchetes eletrônicas. Quanto mais maravilhoso o meio de comunicação, mais trivial, medíocre ou deprimente seu conteúdo parecia ser. Acidentes, crimes, desastres naturais ou provocados pelo homem, ameaças de conflito, editoriais sombrios - essas coisas ainda pareciam ser a preocupação principal dos milhões de palavras borrifadas no éter. E, no entanto, Floyd também se perguntava se isso de fato seria ruim; os jornais de Utopia, ele concluíra há muito tempo, seriam terrivelmente chatos.

Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drink it straight. And God is the same. Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.

What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?

The problem is, or rather one of the problems, for there are many, a sizeable proportion of which are continually clogging up the civil, commercial, and criminal courts in all areas of the Galaxy, and especially, where possible, the more corrupt ones, this. The previous sentence makes sense. That is not the problem. This is: Change. Read it through again and you'll get it.

Funny isn't it? The power of story. It's why I picked up a pen. I slay monsters, too.