science-fiction

Just because your electronics are better than ours, you aren't necessarily superior in any way. Look, imagine that you humans are a man in LA with a brand-new Trujillo and we are a nuhp in New York with a beat-up old Ford. The two fellows start driving toward St. Louis. Now, the guy in the Trujillo is doing 120 on the interstates, and the guy in the Ford is putting along at 55; but the human in the Trujillo stops in Vegas and puts all of his gas money down the hole of a blackjack table, and the determined little nuhp cruises along for days until at last he reaches his goal. It's all a matter of superior intellect and the will to succeed. Your people talk a lot about going to the stars, but you just keep putting your money into other projects, like war and popular music and international athletic events and resurrecting the fashions of previous decades. If you wanted to go into space, you would have.

Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.

My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

That__ it. Keep that edge. Fight like there__ no tomorrow.

Because when you__e really scared to do something _ do it right away.

Once machines performed all the servile functions formerly performed by the lower classes, the population immediately achieved equality, ending over ten thousand years of class systems.

Time is the skin of existence.

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.

If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There__ not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care.

After the end of the world, there is a world. Life doesn__ stop. It changes. And it changes me.

Standing in front of the white picket fence, I stared at the multitude of champagne roses weaving their hunter green vines gracefully through and around the fence. Soft hints of pink hues whispered from the centers of the blooms. Their petals covered the lush ground and rolled in a lazy dance with the warm summer breeze...

The thinnest thing in the world is the border between good and evil... my next The Opposite Of Magic.

I had said that Le Guin's worlds were real because her people were so real, and he said yes, but the people were so real because they were the people the worlds would have produced. If you put Ged to grow up on Anarres or Shevek in Earthsea, they would be the same people, the backgrounds made the people, which of course you see all the time in mainstream fiction, but it's rare in SF.

Science fiction films are not about science. They are about disaster, which is one of the oldest subjects of art.