Quotes from John Varley

Words, words, just stupid words. Listen to your body. Listen to your heart.

You've seen the razzle-dazzle; here's the bitter reality.

She put every ounce of determination she possessed into the song, scoring it in the mode used from the old and wise to the young and foolish. It worked, but just barely.

We will be going on, won't we?" "I suppose so. Somehow it seems like the right thing to do.

She thought the old April might be struggling to get through the creature she had become.

Gaea is one. Gaea is alive. We live inside her.

Cirocco protested that she could walk, but Titanide ideas of medicine included much cuddling, body warmth, and songs of reassurance.

She sits like a spider and pulls strings like a puppet master. She watches over all her creatures, and she owns the two of you as surely as she owns me. She has tampered with us for her own purposes.

Her hands were cold now that the confrontation was over.

My people say Gaea likes a good story, and she likes great heroes. Are you a hero?

Angels would be unable to suckle their young at Gaea's breast if they left the great towers. And we could not live clinging to the walls.

There is only one Goddess, even to the angels. Gaea is known to all the races within her.

She wanted to sit down, she wanted to turn back. She was afraid, and did not dare give in it it.

river burial had a certain rustic poetry, but Ophion cared not at all about preserving the decency of the dead. The river deposited Psaltery on a mud flat three kilometers downstream. When they passed her ruined body, the Titanides did not even glance at it. Chris could not look away. The corpse crawling with scavengers haunted his sleep for a long time. 28.

Hay personas que no tienen poesía en sus almas.

We fight when the rage takes us. We do not stop fighting until the angels are all dead or gone back to their home." "You speak of Gaea's breath. I am a stranger to it." "You have heard it wailing. It is a raging gale from the heavenly towers; cold from the west and hot from the east.

She took a step forward, then another. Gaby kept pace, and they walked into the darkness.

The candle in the wall holder guttered to darkness, only the one between them survived to cast dancing light across his feminine features.

On January 20, 2002, at 2:30 in the afternoon, a fire broke out in the big, abandoned fruit and vegetable market and warehouse covering the two blocks between SE 10th and 11th, Belmont and Taylor, in Portland, Oregon.

I fear you are a fool, but it is a holy foolishness.

Nobody else seemed ready to give them any mothering, so they had only each other and their three clone-sisters for love.

Things are fearsome enough, without taking a road that must lead destruction.

Your hand has reached into our souls and tried to take our dignity, and we remain unbowed. I challenge you to come forth and answer me!

It was the first Cirocco had seen her less than happy with what she'd seen through a telescope.