Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

It turns and that caffeine is a highly addictive substance with really unpleasant physical withdrawal symptoms, if you're not bumping your brain chemistry to compensate, and that one of those withdrawal symptoms is an evil splitting headache. Which Farweather told me all about, in excruciating detail, except when she was sleeping, or just curled up suffering on the floor.

That wave, that wall, was still coming. It ached in my sinuses like dropping pressure. The pain was blinding.

The road is the song. The song is the road.

Katya, Lesa's surviving daughter, surprised the activity on the veranda, her glossy black hair braided off her neck, unhatted in the sun.

The mirrors of his face gleamed all the wrong ways when he smiled.

As blatant a declaration of intent as a wolf could make without a challenge snarled.

You have had many lovers, it seems." "I have many liasons," the Elf-knight answered, unflinchingly. "I have one lover.

If it was any of my business, somebody would tell me about it eventually.

Wait," the necromancer said, and kissed her around that silencing finger. "Gently, Rien. It's not about getting it over with as fast as possible, my sweet.

She glanced over her shoulder, pinning the hapless patrolman on a needle-pointed gaze, wondering which of her notories occupied his attention.

I've spent more of my life in bed than anybody needs to.

Katya was fifteen Amazonian years-twenty-odd, in standard conversion-and impatient with anything that smacked of responsible adulthood. And she wouldn't wear her honor around the house; her hip was naked even of a holster. Of course, Lesa-both hands full of groceries, unable to reach her honor without dropping chickens or fruit-wasn't much of an example, whatever her renown as duelist twenty years and three children ago.

I had a lover. She sent my lover. But he had had dealings with the Morningstar in the past, and I could not permit that one to claim him again.

I guess it was probably a couple of diar before I started being able to hold a conversation again, and by then I really didn't want to.

Nothing in space is ever really standing still, so all visitors and accelerations are, not to put too fine a point on it, relative.

Love, all I want is to make love to somebody who knows my name.

I had no idea that there were that many filthy insults available to the average speaker of Galactic Standard.

The station was not yet in sight ahead, and we had plenty of time to kill before we caught up with it. Of course this meant that Singer and Connla started arguing about the nature of consciousness again; (I'm sorry, "discussing".)

I don't love you. You shouldn't change yourself for me.

They writhed at her wrists, quicksilver loops of nanotech.

If you cover the whole damn landscape and keep breeding even when you encroach on other people's nesting grounds, I don't see how you can complain about a little volcano.

Seeker caught the amber-green glitter of his gaze-and the matching glitter of the long, smooth collar of golden mesh that lay behind the open neckline of his shirt, how upon his breastbone.

His life is England's, now.

It didn't matter because it was out of my control, and my energy needed to go to things that I could control, or at least hope to affect the outcome of.