science-fiction

One way to think about your life is as an extended free fall. An epiphany may help you see better as you fall. Rather than a meaningless blur, you will see rocks and trees and lizards. An epiphany is not a parachute.

You already know what the machine will write on your arm. That lie you__e been telling yourself__ou know what it is. That blind spot is not really a blind spot__ou__e choosing to look away. Perhaps more to the point, you already know whether you want to see it. You already know whether you__e going to use the machine. So why are you still reading this?

Honor is for the living. Dead is dead.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

General fiction is pretty much about ways that people get into problems and screw their lives up. Science fiction is about everything else.

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn__ found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.

Where there is great love there is great harmony of thought.

Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.

I was worried about sex," he went on. "But you know what, Sulie? It's like being told I can't have any caviar for the next couple years. I don't even like caviar. And when you come right down to it, I don't want sex right now. I supposed you punched that into the computer? 'Cut down sex drive, increase euphoria'? Anyway, it finally penetrated my little brain that I was just making trouble for myself, worrying about whether I could get along without something I really didn't want. It's a reflection of what I think other people think I should want.

To try is to invite uncertainty. Where confidence goes, success usually follows.

To try is to accept the possibility of failure. Simply do.

He could see the tall, peeling yellow building at the periphery of his range of vision. But something about it struck him as strange. A shimmer, an unsteadiness, as if the building faded forward into stability and then retreated into insubstantial uncertainty. An oscillation, each phase lasting a few seconds and then blurring off into its opposite, a fairly regular variability as if an organic pulsation underlay the structure. As if, he thought, it's alive.

Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle science fiction.

Reality is but several levels of consciousness that can be accepted or dismissed depending on what one perceives.

The ultimate aim of reality is to become science fiction!

Not all the magic of earth is benevolent.

There's no real objection to escapism, in the right places... We all want to escape occasionally. But science fiction is often very far from escapism, in fact you might say that science fiction is escape into reality... It's a fiction which does concern itself with real issues: the origin of man; our future. In fact I can't think of any form of literature which is more concerned with real issues, reality.