When it comes to strangers with guns,” I told her, “I think suspicion is more likely to keep you alive than trust.” She.
Twenty-five or thirty words are supposed to be enough in a news bullet to explain either a war or an unusual set of Christmas lights.
Did she struggle for life only out of habit, or because some part of her still hoped that there was something worth living for?
Why is the universe? To shape God. Why is God? To shape the universe. I can’t get rid of it. I’ve tried to change it or dump it, but I can’t. I cannot. It feels like the truest thing I’ve ever written. It’s as mysterious and as obvious as any other explanation of God or the universe that I’ve ever read, except that to me the others feel inadequate, at best.
I do what I can,′ I said. ‘When I can do more, I will. You know that.
God is neither good nor evil, neither loving nor hating. God is Power. God is Change. We must find the rest of what we need within ourselves, in one another, in our Destiny.
I couldn’t let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn’t leave people quite whole.
I’m still learning how dogged people can be in denial, even when their freedom or their lives are at stake.
She means it doesn’t come off, Dana... The black. She means the devil with people who say you’re anything but what you are.
For Lilith, it was a comfortable, mindless activity that gave her something to do when there was nothing she could do about her situation.
God is not to be prayed to. Prayers only help the person doing the praying, and then, only if they strengthen and focus that persons resolve.
He led the way past the main house away from the slave cabins and other buildings, away from the small slave children who chased each other and shouted and didn’t understand yet that they were slaves.
Gather information. Seek weakness. Watch, wait, and do what you have to to stay alive!
It scares me how many things I’ve got to learn. How will I learn them?
She had learned to keep her sanity by accepting things as she found them, adapting herself to new circumstances by putting aside the old ones whose memories might overwhelm her. She.
Let go of me.” It smoothed its tentacles again. “Be grateful, Joe. I’m not going to let go of you.
A victim of God may, Through learning adaption, Become a partner of God, A victim of God may, Through forethought and planning, Become a shaper of God. Or a victim of God may, Through shortsightedness and fear, Remain God’s victim, God’s plaything, God’s prey.
Jarret condemns the burnings, but does so in such mild language that his people are free to hear what they want to hear. As for the beatings, the tarring and feathering, and the destruction of “heathen houses of devil-worship,” he has a simple answer: “Join us! Our doors are open to every nationality, every race! Leave your sinful past behind, and become one of us. Help us to make America great again.” He’s had notable success with this carrot-and-stick approach.
At its best, science fiction stimulates imagination and creativity. It gets reader and writer off the beaten track, off the narrow, narrow footpath of what “everyone” is saying, doing thinking – whoever “everyone” happens to be this year.
Get focused on arranging to survive so that we can do more than just get batted around by crazy people, desperate people, thugs, and leaders who don’t know what they’re doing!” She.