Quotes About John Scalzi

I felt vibration as my shield began to plow through Coral's upper atmosphere; Asshole rather unhelpfully chimed in that we had begun to experience turbulence.

Too many details and I'm out of my very peculiar little closet (it's a lovely closet; it smells of pine and desperation).

You're insane! Call me HAL and make me sing 'Daisy, Daisy'.

I mean, I don't know that I was actually planning to possibly die tonight in order to protect a kaiju, Kahurangi said. But I might be willing to possibly die to save a kaiju and ten thousand Canadians. Now we know what motivates you, I said. Ten thousand Canadians.

First, I want my pants," Kerensky said. Everyone turned to Duvall, who gave everyone a what? expression and then pulled Kerensky's pants out of her duffel and threw them at him. "Second," Kerensky said, fumbling into his pants, "I want to know why we're here.

No one wants the Interdependency to end. Including the House of Wu. There's too much money and power at stake," Attavio VI said. "And the survival of humanity doesn't matter?" Cardenia asked, incredulously. "Not if it means the end of the Interdependency.

It's not exactly surprising that staying sane is useful when trying to hit performance markers.

Word is that you're not all that popular on the committee. The word 'asshole' gets attached to you a lot." "I'm just being me.

He said he wants your wisdom about certain members of the executive committee. He's apparently finding a few of them difficult to reach a rapport with." "It's because he's an asshole." "That would have been my guess, too.

I'm a fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberal, and I think fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberalism is an ideological stance that needs defending—if necessary, with a hob-nailed boot-kick to the bollocks of budding totalitarianism.

This is the first time I've unzipped my pants as emperox. First time sitting on the toilet as emperox. Aaaaaaand now this is my first pee as emperox.

Seems like an irrelevant detail," Schmidt said. "And you call yourself a scientist," Wilson said. "No, I don't," Schmidt said. "Good thing, then," Wilson said.

And since I can tell you're not the sort to show any actual goddamned initiative on your own part, you fucking cognitive mudfart, I care that your shitty little house is insulting me and my house—both of my houses, since I am still of House fucking Lagos.

Composting Engineer"?" I said, leaning forward in my seat. "That's what it says," Lo said. "It's a polite way of saying you'll be shoveling shit.

What did you all name your BrainPals? Asshole, I said. Bitch, Jesse said. Dickward, said Thomas. Fuckhead, said Harry. Satan, said Maggie. Sweetie, said Susan. Apparantly, I'm the only one who likes my BrainPal.