Robert Charles Wilson (born December 15, 1953) is an American-Canadian science fiction author.
Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.
We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.
This would have been less annoying had it been untrue.
Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!
Ah, books. " Ziegler, smiling, came up behind me. "They bob like corks on an ocean. Float between worlds, messages in bottles.
To fire a bullet into the heart or brains of one's fellow man even a fellow man striving to do the same to you creates what might be called an unassimilable memory: a memory that floats on daily life the way an oil stain floats on rainwater. Stir the rain barrel, scatter the oil into countless drops, disperse it all you like, but it will not mix; and eventually the slick comes back, as loathsomely intact as it ever was.
Some things are taken away from you, some you leave behind and some you carry with you, world without end.
Personally, I don't believe in anything more supernatural than what you read about in the Bible, and I only believe that one day out of seven.
For such people the consummate act of moral clarity was a lynching or a suicide bombing, a fatwa or a pogrom. And they were ascendant now, rising like dark stars over a terminal landscape.
I loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it was at least a plausible imitation, a convincing substitute.
John Scalzi is a fresh and appealing new voice, and Old Man's War is classic SF seen from a modern perspective—a fast-paced tour of a daunting, hostile universe.
These movies belonged to the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries that period of great, unsustainable, and hedonistic prosperity, driven by the burning of Earth's reserves of perishable oil, which culminated in the False Tribulation, and the wars, and the plagues, and the painful dwindling of inflated populations to more reasonable numbers.
Stupid people do stupid things, but people who are smart enough can do something really stupid.
I don't believe money is evil, but it can be terribly corrosive.
We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.
Goddamn you," Jacob said. "There's no damnation, Jacob. No Heaven but the forest and no God but the hive.
We spent a lot of time discussing cosmology first. I think that was your father's unique way of evaluating people. You can tell a lot about a person, he once said, by the way they look at the stars.
I understand so very little. But I am not afraid to look: I am a good observer at last. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.
The world is what it is and won't be bargained with.
And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.