Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.
Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight...
Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you’ve changed, by believing. Once you’ve changed, other things start to follow. Isn’t that the way it works?
Beware! said the peridxis’s voice in her head. Don’t let It’s shadowy little truth overwhelm the greater one.
With four-to-one odds against us, our ability to leave the encounter without serious damage becomes seriously impaired.” “Spock,” McCoy said gently, “your bedside manner is flawless. You mean, we’re all going to be blown to hell.” Spock hesitated, then nodded.
There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.
All the drawing lacks is the final touch: To add eyes to the dragon.
How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!
A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.