Occam's razor theory of combat: The simplest way of kicking someone's ass was usually the correct one.
I propose a toast. Here's to being right all the time. May God and history forgive us. They all clinked glasses to that.
After another few days, I noticed I became annoyed whenever I would actually have to ask Asshole for something. How quickly the creepy becomes commonplace.
Dirk Moeller didn't know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out.
Q'eeng had just attempted in the third dialect the traditional rightward schism greeting of I offer you the bread of life, but his phrasing and accent had transmuted the statement into Let us violate...
My characters were...rebelling against something...My own bad writing. I wouldn't do for my characters what they needed for me to do - be courageous enough in my writing to make them interesting.
I have always found that there's an inverse relationship between the number of people in a room and the amount of useful work that can be done.
I'm going to go pee. If the universe is bigger and stranger than I can imagine, it's best to meet it with an empty bladder.
When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.
She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.
Ensign Davis thought, Screw this, I want to live, and swerved to avoid the land worms. But then he tripped and one of the land worms ate his face and he died anyway.
What is it like when you lose someone you love? Jane asked. You die, too, I said. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
Confidence isn't about knowing you're right. Confidence is about knowing you can make it right.
Filled with existential ennui about your place in the universe? Get over yourself. Yes, you're an inconsequential worm in the grand scope of history. But you're an inconsequential worm who makes shit...
Is it good? It ain't Shakespeare, but then, Shakespeare wrote , so you tell me.
Every creature has a survival instinct. It looks like fear but it's not the same thing. Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as...
Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us. I miss meaning something to someone, having that part of being human.
Is it a shark made of ice?" Hanoen asked. "Or a shark that lives in ice?
I'm a monster. You're a monster. We're fucking inhuman monsters, and we don't see a damned thing wrong with it.
If you're the best that the Earth has got to offer, it's time we bend over and get a tentacle right up the ass.
Captain, the problem is not that I'm paranoid. The problem is that the universe keeps justifying my paranoia.
You'll notice that the Intrepid's inertial dampeners don't work as well in crisis situations, Dahl remembered Jenkins telling them. The ship could do hairpin turns and loop-de-loops any other time and...
For all we know, this"-he scrolled up on the phone screen to find a label-"this Wikipedia information database here is compiled by complete idiots.
Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives.
Colonel, I'm giving you a direct order. Eat the fucking cookie.
Rich people show their appreciation through favors. When everyone you know has more money than they know what to do with, money stops being a useful transactional tool. So instead you offer favors....
I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I...
I've always liked swimming, so long as my head's above water.
Jesus," Kerensky said, looking around. "You people. I have one of the most incredible experiences I'll have, talking with the one person who really gets me - who really me - and you're all down here...
You threw him into space? Yup. And he didn't die? We only threw him out a little bit. Marce
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....