Quotes About Thorne

I didn't know it would be so cold." Though he remained unbending, poised as if to flee, Kris's voice was melodic. Sweet. Thorne's stomach clenched. Listening to him was like music.

Thorne nodded. Body tingling again. It was his pleasure to help Kris. Too much his pleasure.

Why are black holes so different from all other objects in the macroscopic Universe? Why are they, and they alone, so elegantly simple? If I knew the answer, it would probably tell me something very deep about the nature of physical laws. But I don't know.

Behold, the Queen of the Damned," said his Maker twin as she presented to the others her long-lost sister. Thorne understood her.

The others were visible but she had slipped out of their vision, and slipping from their vision, she slipped from the vision of Thorne.

Karen Hess, the editor, is this country's culinary conscience

I'm a real klutz computationally, so Mathematica is just ideal for me.

singularities, he asserted, "are a place in which the fiery marriage of Einstein's relativistic laws with the quantum laws is consummated.

Tyrion looked pointedly at his right hand. "Why, I have steel in my hand, Ser Allister, although it appears to be a crab fork. Shall we duel?" He hopped up on his chair and began poking at Thorne's chest with the tiny fork. Roars of laughter filled the tower room. Bits of crab flew from the Lord Commander's mouth as he began to gasp and choke. Even his raven joined in, cawing loudly from above the window. "Duel! Duel! Duel!

We can have lunch at Brown and Muffs

Good man, Thorne, thought Adams.

She had one of those twisty minds that find no difficulty in sublimating their meanest little impulses to almost dizzily ethical heights.

making. Little birds were always so excited. He had

I got a lot of notoriety early on. Much of my career I was just trying to prove I was as good as the world thought I was.

I've often said the reader knows every bit as much about Thorne as I do. When I created him for 'Sleepyhead,' I was determined he should be a character who would develop, book by book, change and grow as we all do, and who - crucially - would be unpredictable.

The maze of Ronny Jessup's dark erotic dreams of absolute power was also the labyrinth of David Thorne's nightmares.

It was relaxed. It was coffee and biscuits and comfy-chairs casual. But Thorne could hear the tension and defensiveness in everything Roper said. The same way that a Parisian would always hear Thorne's London accent, however fluently he might speak French.

I passed out from stress? That's it?""I believe the princess term is fainted, " said Thorne.