I'm Margarita Staples." She bowed in her harness. "Extreme librarian. Bookaneer.
I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.
Dismissing fantasy writing because some of it is bad is exactly like saying I'm not reading Jane Eyre because it is a romance and I know romance is crap.
William Gibson told only half the story: like the future, the past is also here in the present, and just as unevenly distributed.
A Kedis troika approached afterward, colourcells winking in their frills, and the shemale speaker thanked him in her curious diction, shaking his hand with her prehensile genitalia.
Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.
Fantastic fiction covers fantasy, horror and science fiction - and it doesn't get the attention it deserves from the literati.
Why should we not shep naches from the accomplishments of our machines? This vicarious joy or success sounds somewhat odd, but it shouldn't be. We get excited when our sports team wins a game; why should it disturb or disappoint us when our creations turn out to be more accomplished than ourselves?
She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.
If you didn't know, you wouldn't take him for part-ghost—but you'd know he wanted to be somewhere else.
Fortune-telling was quantum betting, a competitive scrying of variably likely outcomes.
My Google-fu is strong.
Everything, even the dirt, was poised.
Either way, it is a curio of the moment that hard-left advocates of ‘all power to the soviets' were delegated by a soviet opponent to defend the Soviet currently arguing furiously against taking the power they wanted it to take. Those.
Twilight, even remembered twilight, is better than no light at all.
That's defeatist talk. I'll cobble something together. A scholar can never let mere wrongness get in the way of the theory.
Well I don't feel sectarian against sparseness, although I sometimes get a little chippy about this. I resent the way that a certain notion of parsimony has become the norm for skilful literary writing.
Standing there on his new perch, Sham was overwhelmingly bored of feeling overwhelmed. The more he worked, he realized, the quicker he worked.
The best way to write a novel is to do it behind your own back.
He hurled another vast pot of unstable thaumaturgic compound at the militia. It fell short, but burst with such violence that it splashed onto and over the shields, mixing with the distillate and sending two officers screaming to the floor as their skin became parchment and their blood ink.