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...

Do you ever wonder if–well, if there are people living on the third planet?”The third planet is incapable of supporting life,’ stated the husband patiently. ‘Our scientists have said there’s far too much oxygen in...

Sometimes people say that we’re living in the future, and time’s up for science fiction, but I think that never will be, because science fiction really isn’t about the future. It’s about change and present-day...

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In...

I suppose it’s impossible to say that they will not invent anything else, because they might,” said Zubria. “And, of course, if one thought of something that they might invent, one would have thought of...

We came back [from Mars],” Pris said, “because nobody should have to live there. It wasn’t conceived for habitation, at least not within the last billion years. It’s so old. You feel it in the...

The king was pregnant.

A place without meaning is no place to be.

In my experience endings are false positives. Perhaps like a phoenix, out of the ashes of destruction we could be reborn.”-Cassandra Rainbow in PHOENIX-

Clara Oswald: This is just a dream, but very clever people can hear dreams. So please, just listen. I know you’re afraid, but being afraid is all right, because didn’t anybody ever tell you fear...

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...

…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!

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it.

Lifting my hands from the keyboard, I fold them in my lap and tilt back my desk chair. I think, I could do it. I could turn back time.

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

I don’t speak, I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.

I need a shielded containment box, radiation gloves and a micro welding torch. And a crescent wrench.