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...

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...

I understand now that you cannot fight for a noble cause with heinous actions.

You know what it is like to wake up in the middle of a bunch of corpses with a little girl in your arms scared to death?-Enyo

I didn’t wait for Luck. I raced after it with a truck.

What was I before the war? It’s hard to remember that far back. But I think maybe I was human.

Which came first, the mind or the idea of the mind? Have you never wondered? They arrived together. The mind is an idea.

To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none....

Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he’d both created and destroyed his body’s energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing...

why Human should not look at the past?

A human lifeIs the time that happenswhileThe Earth takes a breakFor you to livebetweenInhaling and exhaling your soulfrom the un-endless spaceNamed infinity

In the ghetto of Genre, anything goes, man. When you live in the gutter it doesn’t matter if you’re filthy. In theory anyway.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could’ve been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have...

If I do the same with a word in Language, and play it to an Ariekes, I understand it, but to them it means nothing, because it’s only sound, and that’s not where the meaning...

The Dream Box wasn’t a place, but it was a destination. It wasn’t life, but it was a way of life. Reese wasn’t awake in the Meat Space the way he was in Cyber, where...

It’s important to have a buddy like that. Somebody who’ll stop you from doing that really stupid thing you were gonna do just because you couldn’t think of anything better. — unidentified soldier, eulogizing his...

She gazed at the bay of wrecked shuttles in dismay. The last of her adrenaline seeped away at the sight of the widespread destruction.It occurred to her then, for perhaps the first time in this...

Butcher, al secolo Giacinto Verbato, prima del Dominio faceva il macellaio a New Milan. Buffo il fatto che come soprannome avesse scelto l’anglicizzazione del proprio mestiere, chiunque si sarebbe sentito a disagio a chiamarsi come...

Humans have been doin’ awful things to each other throughout history. Humanity’s not as great as you make it out to be. I do what needs to be done, and that’s that. We’re about to...

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

One of the things I’ve always liked about science fiction is the way it makes you think about things, and look at things from angles you’d never have thought about before.

Book is a nice companion

But eggshells were made to be broken, and slamming into a 100-story skyscraper at the speed of light would likely do the deed.

Shut up.

A writer is very much like the captain on a star ship facing the unknown. When you face the blank page and you have no idea where you’re going. It can be terrifying, but it...

Mutants, super beings, gods, aliens, a guy who sticks to walls at one extreme, a creature who eats planets at the other; Each one that comes into being, they feel, diminishes the rest of humanity,...

Lately I have come to believe that the principle difference between Heaven and Hell is the company you keep there….

The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn’t even count them. He couldn’t even name half of...

You can’t kill an idea the way they try to. You can keep it down awhile, but sooner or later it’ll come out. Now what you’ve got to understand is that the wheel’s not evil....

Conquest is made from the ashes of one’s enemies.

There’s a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with...

We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh ?

A paradox may be paradoctored.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

The ultimate downfall of the computerized holographic receptionist was that there was no amount of flattery, flirtation or chocolate that could convince one to lie for you.

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.

I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald’s would still be open.

Not that he wanted to say that. It would make it sound as if he wanted to blame her..Women were very complicated creatures. He suddenly realised he was running through his head a list of...

I was never able to conquer the distance between persons. An animal is fixed to its here-and-now by the senses, but man manages to detach himself, to remember, to sympathize with others, to visualize their...

Science fiction is not about the freedom of imagination. It’s about a free imagination pinched and howling in a vise that other people call real life.

Perhaps it’s the alien equivalent of a discarded tomato can. Does a beetle know why it can enter the can only from one end as it lies across the trail to the beetle’s burrow? Does...

You can only rise so far by climbing on others’ shoulders, you know.

This isn’t about simple morality. Not anymore. The world is too big, and there are worlds in worlds. They were always there, in everyone’s heads, but now we can see them. We’re starting to bleed...

I think they are a better race than humans ever were.

There are some that even beg for the Chamber,” she could hear Isaar saying in the back of her mind. “Soft minded fools or broken souls that would rather live a fabricated existence than deal...

Here’s a thought. You answer what I ask and I keep not killing you.” – Antiope Flint – DREAMNASIUM

She’s qualified all right. She understands robots like a sister—comes from hating human beings so much, I think.

Guns are not the problem. The species is the problem.