Quotes from China Mieville

and then the other op-er-at-or told the formal in-stee-gay-tor that his suit could not be heard the very thought was quite absurd . . .

Really? That's what it stems from, is it? You've got it all sorted out, have you? Faith is stupidity, is it?

A slick of vagabonds, petty thieves and their bosses, discharged foreign soldiers, discharged jailbirds, dissolute rich and tinkers, beggars, pimps and their charges, chancers, knife-grinders, poets and police agents.

A boy ran down a hill path screaming. The boy was I.

Oh, believe me, I know the story," he said. "It's a crutch, isn't it? It's a fairy tale. For the weak. It's stupidity. See

Whether you agree with the bloody predicates or not, Constable Collingswood, you should consider the possibility that faith might be a way of thinking more rigorously than the woolly bullshit of most atheists.

Collingswood frowned at the clouds, like she did not like what they wrote.

Maybe it was always that way and everyone has always been forever waking in a flustered confusion deep at night trying to believe that the awful sound they think woke them was nothing, or was the nervous bark of a dog, not the sound of violence or of a child weeping in the kind of desolation or terror that demands intervention

His Infernal Excellency," he declared, "the ambassador of Hell.

It's not an intellectual mistake.

The Virgin birth's a way of thinking about women and about love. The ark is a far more bloody logical way of thinking about the question of animal husbandry than the delightful ad hoc thuggery we've instituted. Creationism's a way of thinking I am not worthless at a time when people were being told and shown they were.

Maria Spiridonova

Yeah but," Collingswood said cautiously. "Only, it's not totally admirable, is it, given that it's total fucking bollocks." They stared some more. "Well," Vardy said. "That is true. I would have to concede that, unfortunately." Neither of them laughed, but they could have done.

There are parts where even individual trees are crosshatched, where Ul Qoman children and Besz children clamber past each other, each obeying their parents' whispered strictures to unsee the other.

What if most fiction is, at best, moderately important? What if it is so vague and culturally drivel-some, and so mediated by everything else once the culture industry extrudes it through a writer-shaped nozzle, that our stern declarations about subversive literature are, mostly, kind of adorable?

He glanced beyond the walls, at the strange night, in which gods were ignored and memories were out hunting the future.

I still prefer 'pre-Cleavage' but it makes an unfortunate pun in English

Time was doing what time always does, going faster & faster as if downhill.

Hello slash query is all well? parenthesis enquiry after suitability of timing slash insinuations of warmness sixty percent insinuations of belief that interlocutor has topic to be discussed forty percent blah blah." I raised an eyebrow. "It was pointless.

I do not dream, der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream.

Our next move', he said, 'will be to transfer the whole power into the hands of the Soviets.' The formula could

So long as it fated, fate didn't care what it fated.

shit, shit, shit.

My father passed me. He looked briefly at me as you might at a stump or a broken machine or anything that's specific only in that it's in your way, to walk around it as my father did me.