Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

Where the road was broken, its edges had cracked and meltd where the Technomancer had pulled her Tower from the earth, interrupting its symmetry.

In Penthesilea's equatorial heart, all sorts of unpleasant things grew in unaired shoes.

Keith dreamed of dragons again, and awoke cold in his bed, curled into a ball that would have been his tail tucked tight across his nose and eyes if he had been in wolf's shape.

Cold air prickled goose pimples on wet flesh.

Kit turned to him and blinked, candlelight cupping his cheek like a hand.

Benedick's flesh, and his colony were replete with recollections that he would have preferred to erase, undo, or lose forever.

Pussycat. Isn't it time thou didst admit where thou dost belong?

A clean jumpsuit is like a personal favor from God.

You think you're fine. You think you get through it all right. And then you wake up sure the cold sweat on your face is blood, so real you can taste it.

Is this the side thou'rt choosing, then, sweet poet? After all the kindness of the Fae to thee?" "Kindness?" Kit snorted, not caring that Baines could see this lips. "Is that what thou callest it, my Queen?

Oh, the wolf has a sense of whimsy, does he?

Part of being a community is being part of the governing body. Taking responsibility for its actions and helping to make choices the benefit all the citizenry. Taking responsibility for its well-being, just as you do when you're part of a family.

Jacob Dust," he said. "Shipmind, shipsoul. Synthetic sapience. Distributed man. At your service, beloved.

He blinked, his expression the strangest blend of grief and hurt betrayal; Kit saw it with a clarity which made a mockery of the ten feet between them.

The tide of humanity drew Muire like the pulse of the ocean in her blood: the dark, starlit ocean that brought forth her kind.

Look down wells and look in the dark wet places. Look in forgetful places, and for forgotten things. Ask those that know the secrets whispered under earth and between stones.

My moment of infamy was a long time ago.

I think I'd actually worried her. At least she'd acted concerned. Which was either a glimpse of a softer side of her, or a symptom that the Stockholmification was working. Or maybe just the recognition that she couldn't reach the food without me.

It should be harder to kill someone. The ease of unblades made their purpose somehow more terrible.

Beloved," he said. "Claim me, and I will do your will. I am yours by right, through the line of your foremothers and forefathers. Only let me own you. Perceval. My darling.

He only cared about his own poetry.

The sea never changes. And yet, it never stops changing.

Watching Benedick and Tristen trade glances made her feel even more like a child, and that was not okay.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.