science-fiction

She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[From Current Work In Progress]

When I look at my bookcase and see one book after the other lined up upon its shelves I think to myself, There is a God.

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear__ach is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

Funny story. A bunch of people -- the cult -- blame the appearance of abilities on the invention of the internet.

Celerity: noun, mass noun; an ability possessed by certain Que Cum Virtute Judicium (Virts) increasing the mobility or swiftness of movement

I come from a place where everyone has great power, by your standards, and they steadfastly refuse to use it for self-aggrandizement ... anywhere ... ever.

It was like staring into the face of a familiar stranger. You know, that person you see in a crowd and swear you know, but you really don't? Now she was me - the familiar stranger. She had my eyes. They were the same hazel color that could never decide whether it wanted to be green or brown, but my eyes had never been that big and round. Or had they? She had my hair - long and straight and almost as dark as my grandma__ had been before hers had begun to turn silver. The stranger had my high cheekbones, long, strong nose, and wide mouth - more features from my grandma and her Cherokee ancestors. But my face had never been that pale. I__ always been olive-ish, much darker skinned than anyone else in my family. But maybe it wasn__ that my skin was suddenly so white ... maybe it just looked pale in comparison to the dark blue outline of the crescent moon that was perfectly positioned in the middle of my forehead. Or maybe it was the horrid fluorescent lighting. I hoped it was the lighting. I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark of wildness ... as if I belonged to ancient times when the world was bigger ... more barbaric. From this day on my life would never be the same. And for a moment _ just an instant__ forgot about the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother__ people rejoiced.

The most important thing you can ever know, is that whatever your purpose is, that's not your only choice.

Cattle... it called us cattle...We're hamburger, you mean.

What the fuck are cavemen doing here?

The world is only as small as your mind makes it.

The most amazing mechanism in the known universe is the human brain; it takes in information all the time then uses it, all of which is happening, of course, without human knowledge. Typical_

That__ our cue,_ Dr. Chadwick noted, managing to approximate a cheerful smile, addressing the room at large. __veryone please stand behind the yellow line until the doors open. No food, drink, flash photography, or video cameras are permitted. Once aboard the ride, please keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times until we come to a full and complete stop. Otherwise, they__e apt to end up in another universe somewhere without ya, and wouldn__ that fry your noggin?

science enables you to look things differently.

Suddenly the images in the center of the room became more than images. They solidified.

A wise man does not always admit to everything he knows. And sometimes an overly-credulous friend can be a source of mild amusement.__Sherlock Holmes

Well, it is generally considered_ though not always true_ that the wife of a man so honoured is likely also to be worthy of the honour, and so it is accorded her. In the event it is false, and I have known that to be so in more than one circumstance , it is still accorded her in deference to her husband."~Sherlock Holmes, with respect to aristocratic titles

Watson fully comprehended the fact that occasionally it is useful for one__ adversaries to underestimate one__ abilities.__Sherlock Holmes