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Messianic hopes are the counterpart of the sense of despair and impotence that overcomes mankind at the sight of its own failures.

Best intentions are not the best things in the world to marry upon.

The history of most fictions would be far stranger than the fictions themselves ; but it would be a dark and sad chronicle.

Isn't it a violation of the Georgia sodomy law for the Supreme Court to have its head up its ass?

Bring Your Child to Work Day -- that's how we got George W. Bush.

I'm kind of perverse in that I think pessimism is helpful. My pessimism is my own kind of patriotism. My dissent.

I'm happy to report that 'The New Press' is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.

Growing up in the '70s and '80s, science fiction and especially fantasy had such a stigma attached to them. I felt so punished and exiled for being devoted to these things.

Are you kidding? That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

Personally, I think the "Potter" books have too many adverbs and not enough sex.

All of human literature could just be a user's guide to the multiverse!

That guy was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and crudely stapled to a ticking fucking time bomb. He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog. To tell you the truth I'm kind of glad he hit you.

She strode the earth clad in the invisible armor of their virtual companionship.

At the moment when it had been at its most intolerably painful, the world, normally so unreliable and insensitive in these matters, had done him the favor of vanishing completely. Granted,

The librarian thought the problem was just that the right books weren't breeding with each other and proposed a forced mating program.

Wait a minute," Quentin said. "Who or what is the Thames dragon?" "The Thames dragon," Eliot said. "You know. The dragon who lives in the Thames.

If this was madness it was an entirely new kind of madness, as yet undocumented in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. She had nerdophrenia. She was dorkotic.

But I'm sorry, where did you think you were, motherfucker? Connecticut? You're in a magic safe house in Bed-Stuy, borough of Brooklyn. There was a considerable Venn diagram overlap between people who lived in Bed-Stuy and people who had motherfucking guns. Fool.

And totaly ordinary speaking horses.

fairies thought all this military stuff was pretty silly, but they went along with it for the same reason that fairies ever did anything, namely, for the lulz.

The Deeper Magic always seemed to come up when Ember didn't feel like doing something, or needed to close a plot hole.

Beer might help with that," Quentin said. He felt punchy. "This could be the next clue. If it's a talking beer, I mean a talking bear, we could, you know, talk to it.

We haven't been doing that. It seems a little imperialist. I'm not sure it's in good taste.

Not even that, it was sub-quixotic. My kingdom for a windmill to tilt at.