Quotes from Dan Simmons

He joined with his peers in sneering at the New Bushido as a code for faggots, but an ancient vein of honor in the young Kassad's soul secretly resonated to the thought of a samurai class whose life and work revolved around duty, self-respect, and the ultimate value of one's word.

They . . . are . . . so. . . sorry, " she whispered. "The machine brings back no . . . pictures . . . only the food and air and water. It is programmed . . . as you suggested, Dem Lia . . . to eliminate infestations. They are . . . so . . . so . . . sorry for the loss of Ouster life. They offer the suicide of . . . of their species . . . if it would atone for the destruction.

Do you believe in God?' Sol had not smiled. He had no choice but to give her the answer he had given her a million times. 'I'm waiting to,' he said.

To call this conveyance a "passenger dirigible" is an exercise in creative semantics. It is a huge lifting device with cargo holds large enough to carry the town of Felix out to sea and still have room for thousands of bales of fiberplastic. Meanwhile, the less important cargo—we passengers—make do where we can.

Religion and ethics were not always—or even frequently—mutually compatible. The demands of religious absolutism or fundamentalism or rampaging relativism often reflected the worst aspects of contemporary culture or prejudices rather than a system which both man and God could live under with a sense of real justice. Sol's

eyes too filled with the sharp edge of experience to hide their pain...

There is a war up there where time creaks which spans galaxies and eons back and forward to the Big Bang and the Final Implosion\

More climbers die during the descent than on the way up." Karakaredes seems to be considering this. After a minute he says, "Yes, but here on the summit, there must be some ritual . . ." "Hero photos," gasps Paul. "Gotta . . . have . . . hero photos." Our alien nods. "Did . . . anyone . . . bring an imaging device? A camera? I did not.

Despite the near-death of science. Despite our fatal addiction to the toys granted us by our own creations.

I am merely a poet dying far from home.

head. "The Core has devised a parasitic, organic device called the cruciform," she said. "It Ã¢â'¬Â¦ brings back Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the dead. After a few generations, the humans will be retarded, listless, and without a future, but their neurons will still serve Core purposes." Singh

Las Parcas crearon e inicialmente controlaron el artefacto físico conocido como Alcaudón.

The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. I

A lesser light asked Ummon Are there multiple futures> Ummon answered Does a dog have fleas>]

in the end—when all else is dust—loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith—true faith—was trusting in that love.

Belay that!" cries the first mate. "No fucking profanity. Speak when you're fucking spoken to, Crispe.

she released the world for the land of infant sleep.

Suddenly a scream froze her in her tracks. It

Even in the still shadowed places, glowbirds nestled like Japanese lanterns above lighted walkways, glowing swingvines, and illuminated hanging bridges, while fireflies from Old Earth and radiant gossamers from Maui-Covenant blinked and coded their way through labyrinths of leaves, mixing with constellations sufficiently to fool even the most starwise traveler.

In this cold, teeth can shatter after two or three hours—actually explode—sending shrapnel of bone and enamel flying inside the cavern of one's clenched jaws.

anyway," I said. "But I'll do my best to play John the Baptist for you." Dur

Womangrove root and firefern lined the banks, and each branch and twisting

In an age where no information was inaccessible, no travel denied, such exclusion was maddening and tantalizing.

Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies when we lie. Sol