You must learn to control your dreams or your dreams will forever control you.

Your demons are always with you,” Skale answered. His voice seemed even raspier than the day before. “Don’t you understand that by now? Always with you, impossible to escape. But you never can guess how...

Hence the uneasiness which they arouse in those who, for whatever reason, wish to keep us wholly imprisoned in the immediate conflict. That perhaps is why people are so ready with the charge of “escape.”...

The death takes a moment and life lasts forever. Why spend eternity worried about a singularity?

Now, this was a combination that she wouldn’t dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare.

I never really had control over my life because no one does. We’re all tossed into this loop because there is only ‘life.’ There is no ‘my life this, my life that.’ I take part...

Leela: Why are we listening to them? It is a waste of time.The Doctor; It is difficult to know what will be a waste of time until after the time has been wasted, by which...

Innocents will be caught up in your maelstrom, their lives torn apart. People you have never met, and will never know will die beneath your shadow if you do not stop. You tear the galaxy...

Vashti was seized with the terrors of direct experience. She shrank back into the room, and the wall closed up again.

In the empty expanses of space, the wandering traders need men like myself to care for the spiritual side of a life so given over to commerce, and worldly pursuits.

You can scoff at opinions. You can reject hypotheses. You can discard theories out of hand. But you cannot reject the facts

She prayed for that all through the night, uncertain to Whom or what, but with a feeling that almost resembled faith.

And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before–and thus was the Empire forged.

There is no time for fear. It’s much too interesting.

In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.

He let out a short laugh. “You sound like Sherlock Holmes. You gonna pull out a magnifying glass? A pipe, maybe?

Alex, I can’t.

His punch knocked her back a meter into the wall. His fist had moved of his own volition, carrying a rage and frustration all its own. To his dismay, she didn’t fall. People so small...

Perhaps love doesn’t divert sound judgment.

If we can’t write diversity into sci-fi, then what’s the point? You don’t create new worlds to give them all the same limits of the old ones.

… Evren, eski küçük oyunların sahnelenemeyeceği kadar büyük. Sahnenin evrensel büyüklüğüne olayların, işlerin ve eylemlerin evrensel genişliği uymalı. Yoksa yanılıyor muyum? Yıldızlar çağında da sevi olacak, kıskançlık, alçaklık ,büyüklük, cimrilik… Evet, akan bir suda her...

People didn’t love all of this when they still had it. If you love something, you do what’s best for it. You don’t destroy it.

She’s shed her skinsand plasma jeans, gets around in 2Kretro gear like the frock she wears today;a loose, white elegy to what’s been lost.Already she’s flowing back into herselfthe way a river flows to fill...

Because this is the beginning, not the end.

He turns off the techno-shit in his goggles. All it does is confuse him; he stands there reading statistics about his own death even as it’s happening to him. Very post-modern.

That she was now more tired and forgetful, while able to do three times what she had been able to do when she was somewhat less tired and forgetful but also stressed, guilty, grouchy, and...

Humanity rose to the stars, but never found paradise.

In any case, this was a deep human prejudice. Human beings to find a central command in any organization. States had governments. Corporations had CEOs. Schools had principals. Armies had generals. Human beings tended to...

He pointed to another number, changing as rapidly as the first, but on a lower trajectory; it rose to a high of 8.79 rem per hour. Several lifetimes of dentists’ X-rays, to be sure; but...

It’s a good day to do great things!

If patterns of ones and zeroes were “like” patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long strings of ones and zeroes, then...

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

WICKED is good

It was as unsatisfying as a handjob from someone wearing an oven mitt.

We live in the most epic of fantasy worlds.

Look in Kego’s defense he was only Nine and a half when he took command of the ship and she had been put way off course by her captain and you lot would all be...

Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.

What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.

The sands of time blew into a storm of images… Images in sequence to tell the truth! Glorious legends of revolutionaries, bound only by a desire to be true to themselves… And to hope! Parables...

[Science fiction is] out in the mainstream now. You can tell by the way mainstream literary authors pillage SF while denying they’re writing it!

Those wanderers must have looked on Earth, circling safely in the narrow zone between fire and ice, and must have guessed that it was the favourite of the Sun’s children.

He’s as tense as I am, maybe even more so, but it’s so hard to reconcile that with the serenity of weightlessness. His faux-blond hair is floating out away from his head. He’s wearing a...

His mind, grooved through the uncounted ages to ultimate despair, soared up insanely. His legs and arms glistened like tongues of living fire as they writhed and twisted in the light that blazed from the...

…Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

Caches of data are being recovered all the time. Why, just the other day, I heard that we now had complete texts for all three of Shakespire’s plays!

This is what happens when an outlaw kidnaps a scholar of myths and legends.

The folktale world is oriented positively toward its protagonist; a folktale is defined by the hero’s triumph: magic weapons and helpers are, with the necessary narrative retardation, at his beck and call.

You know, when I was in Paris, seeing Linter for the first time, I was standing at the top of some steps in the courtyard where Linter’s place was, and I looked across it and...

The sea in all its vastness is its own, real world. Man is nature’s sci-fi.

Never give up – never surrender!