Quotes from Connie Willis

Nimeni nu crede niciodat? ceea ce se întâmpl?, decât dup? ce e prea târziu.

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the rider was lost.

I'm not used to having my civil liberties taken away like this. In America, nobody would dream of telling you where you can or can't go." And over thirty million Americans died during the Pandemic as a result of that sort of thinking, he thought. "I

Ashes to ashes. Dust to nonsignificance.

Keep careful track of any contacts you do have. We're still uncertain of the mode of transmission, but most myxoviruses spread by droplet and direct contact. Wash your hands with soap and water frequently.

One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning

Do it on the radio." —Educating Rita Saved

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but an elopement.

There is nothing more helpful than shouted instructions, particularly incomprehensible ones.

Ludzie mówiÄ…, ?e ksi??ki sÄ… azylem od tego Å›wiata, i majÄ… racjÄ™.

Dunworthy glanced anxiously at the displays. His temp was nearly 40.0. "The year is 2054," he said, bending over him to calm him. "It's December the twenty-second.

The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her surprise, they all thought in chorus." — LEWIS CARROLL, Through the Looking-Glass

All the trunk lines have been engaged. The Americans have been trying to reach Ely to cancel their concert, but the lines are jammed.

He watched the screen go gray.

Science fiction is an amazing literature: plot elements that you would think would be completely worn out by now keep changing into surprising new forms.

That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!

Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.

Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?

The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.

Actually, writers have no business writing about their own works. They either wax conceited, saying things like: 'My brilliance is possibly most apparent in my dazzling short story, "The Cookiepants Hypotenuse."' Or else they get unbearably cutesy: 'My cat Ootsywootums has given me all my best ideas, hasn't oo, squeezums?

And kissed her for a hundred and sixty-nine years.

People will buy anything at jumble sales,' I said. 'At the Evacuated Children Charity Fair a woman bought a tree branch that had fallen on the table.

When you're a writer, the question people always ask you is, "Where do you get your ideas?" Writers hate this question. It's like asking Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen, "Where do you get your leeches?" You don't get ideas. Ideas get you.

No," I said finally. "Slowness in Answering," she said into the handheld. "When's the last time you slept?" "1940" I said promptly, which is the problem with Quickness in Answering.