Quotes About Survival

The expenditure of paper and printer ink had been somewhat lavish. Two generations from now, if any humans survived, they would look on this heap of documents with some combination of disgust and amazement. Because paper was going to be scarce by then, and they would view its use for such purposes in roughly the same way as Americans of the twenty-first century had viewed the use of sperm whale oil to fuel streetlamps.

In the center of that open space, a bony woman in a threadbare garment was hunched over a dead plant. Sword of Divine Fire's reaction was succinct: Fuck! The woman cringed as if he'd hit her with a bullwhip. Then: What has happened to our potato?

From an evolution standpoint, what was the point of having people around who were not inclined to have offspring? There must be some good, and fairly subtle, reason for it. The only thing he could work out was that it was groups of people—societies—rather than individual creatures, who were now trying to out-reproduce and/or kill each other, and that, in a society, there was plenty of room for someone who didn't have kids as long as he was up to something useful.

Ty got the feeling, from cues in the Teklan's physique and general style of movement, that he was some manner of Snake Eater.

If no one is barfing, then none of us is likely to die, at least over a time span of weeks.

After about three billion years of this sometimes zany, frequently tedious fugue of carnality and carnage

The situation could not possibly be as dire as it seemed or they would all be dead.

If the Cloud Ark survived, it would survive on a water-based economy.

War gives men good ignoring skills.

Talent was not rare; the ability to survive having it was. (Enoch Root observes six-year-old Isaac Newton)

People who like math. So I was trying to imagine—" "When seven billion die, and only some thousands remain, where do the seven billion souls go?" "Yes.

After that it had all been oral history for about a thousand years, since there had been no paper to write on and no ink to write on it with. Memory devices were scarce and jury-rigged. Every single chip had been used for critical functions such as robots and life support.

AMONGOL, KNOCKED INTO a cook fire during the initial surge of horsemen, had lived long enough to run—shirt and hair on fire—into the rows of tents. Rutger assumed he had died from the burns, but before he had expired, the flames had leaped from him to several tents. The fire was spreading, and a haze of ash and embers was starting to fill the air. A storm of glittering snow.

For the most part they were oddly cheerful. Beyond a certain point it was all just kicking through wreckage.

The total number of living humans was now sixteen.

A WEEK LATER, WHEN THE LAST OF THE VICTIMS HAD SUCCUMBED to their wounds or to radiation sickness, eight humans remained alive and healthy.

Ivy said, "Had we known that it was going to come down, so suddenly, to seven surviving fertile women, we would have had every healthy male masturbating into test tubes for the last three years. We'd have looked for ways to keep it all frozen. But we never imagined it would come to this.

What was that about anyway?" Peter demanded. "You could have gotten us killed!

Ammonia worked better, but it was dangerous, and you couldn't easily get more of it in space. If the Cloud Ark survived, it would survive on a water-based economy. A hundred years from now everything in space would be cooled by circulating water systems. But for now they had to keep the ammonia-based equipment running as well. Further

But this probably saved my father's parents' lives, for, in all the lands controlled by Spain and Portugal, the Inquisition went on a rampage after that. Instead of being roasted alive in some Portuguese auto da fé, my father's parents moved to New Amsterdam and worked for the Dutch West India Company in the slave trade, which was all they knew how to do.

Almost as miraculous as life itself was the number of ways it could end, or at least turn into a living hell.

obviously Huguenots

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Narcolombia, just about everything is a capital offense