Love and magic are like oil and water – they just don’t mix.
Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissanse is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can’t be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.
Aspects that we consider normal today could very well be repugnant in the future – eating animals, for one thing, or abundant choice, or invasive surgery. I was simply trying to demonstrate that what is acceptable today may not be acceptable forever, and vice-versa.
Almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon.
Social mores change with time, like fashion – who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become “abominations,” although I’m not sure recycling one’s aunt will ever truly catch on.
I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.
The Goliath Corporation was to altruism what Genghis Khan was to soft furnishings.
I’ve never been averse to a little risk – after all, writing without risk is not really writing at all. Sometimes one has to just let fly with a high concept piece and see where the pieces fall. As it generally turns out, the central story is familiar, but just with different rules of engagement.
Ordinary adults don’t like children to speak of things that are denied them by their own gray minds.
Religion isn’t the cause of wars, it’s the excuse.
We all make mistakes at some time in our lives, some more than others. It is only when the cost is counted in human lives that people really take notice.
We were developing a machine that used egg white, heat and sugar to synthesize methanol when a power surge caused an implosion. Owens was meringued. By the time we chipped him out the poor chap had expired.
Quarkbeasts, for all their fearsome looks, are obedient to a fault. They are nine-tenths velociraptor and kitchen blender and one-tenth Labrador. It was the Labrador tenth that I valued most.
How many people want to read about three disreputable pigs and a dopey wolf with a disposition towards house demolition?
Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.
Librarying is a harder profession than the public realizes, he said. People think it’s all rubber stamps, knowing that Dewey 521 is celestial mechanics and saying ‘Try looking under fiction’ sixty eight times a day.
Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought – and more reading.
Palindrome as well. My sister’s name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.
He was, after all, the ultimate rebel – it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.
Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.