I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of...

The idea was like a hunk of wood, Caesar thought, requiring human craft and ingenuity to reveal the new shape within.

Have you ever fought an opponent you had no defense against? Like a fire breather or an acid spitter? Once I faced a female with diamond skin, Nix said breathlessly. I was transfixed - even as she was...

Stories as written are progressive, sentences must build upon sentence as brick upon brick, yet the beauty of this life in its endless mystery is circular. Sun & moon, spheres endlessly circling....

If you took the world away and just left the electricity, it would look like the most exquisite filigree ever made - a ball of twinkling silver lines with the occasional coruscating spike of a...

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Interruptions were sometimes more frequent than statements. The process, compared to a well-managed executive conference, was a slab of raw beef compared to a wiring diagram. Raw beef, however,...

The light is the left hand of darkness

I searched my feelings, an activity never far removed from looking for a dead rat in a spidery crawl space under the house.

I don't trust her more than I can run full-steam in a corset.

I like that the Mall serves as our national Tupperware, reliable and empty, waiting to be filled with potluck whatever.

Perhaps thee will best understand what Abigail is like if I tell thee that when she quilts she prefers to stitch in the ditch, hiding her poor stitches in the seams between the blocks.

I take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it'll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.

Truth be told, John said, the one thing in this world I want more than anything else is a great big crowbar, to jimmy myself open and take whatever creature that's sitting inside and shake it clean...

He looked more dead than many corpses

You will see me, like a mountain animal, bitter little animal

It meant nothing to him any longer, only a faint tinge of sadness--and somewhere within him, a drop of pain moving briefly and vanishing, like a raindrop on the glass of a window, its course in the...

His examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning... to conclude once again...

"The weapon is poison,' Kit said. 'I believe that the cause we carry it in is just, but that will not protect you. It is not only death to those whose skin it cuts; it holds a deeper violence within...

Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor....

It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

...maybe you believe that we fall into our future blindly, drifting from adventure to adventure, our journey zigzagging not according to plan but according to pure chance. Or just maybe, as random and...

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.