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It made Craze smile, despite wishing most of his body parts would find new homes and leave him in peace.

I told you it was easy,” HARV said. “True, but you say that about everything.” “That's because everything is easy for me.” “Everything but humility.” “No, that's easy, too. I just choose not to practice it.

I told you stupid sons of bitches that this was going to happen!

It’s called the Pyxis,” said Raven. “Don’t let the fancy name intimidate you. It just means ‘box’ in one of those Old Earth languages, Roman or Spanish or Klingon…

It seemed that, after contact with a few human generations, sand hogs would begin to understand human speech. The irony was that after coming to understand their riders fully, the beasts often ended up abandoning them and heading off into the wilderness.

It’s you,” she murmured, staring at his eyes, a fine, dove gray. He smiled. “Of course, it’s me. Let’s get you back to your boat.

It takes use to make knowledge worthwhile.

It was as if he knew this place, strange and mysterious though it was, was part of him, in some way. Part of his life. He no more questioned his disposition than he would question why he breathed.

It was a subversive notion, the idea that she was free. Free to choose where to go and what to do with her time.

It was a well-known fact that keeping track of time was not Parry Pretty's forte...If time were Parry's pet, it would have died tied to a tree somewhere out back long ago.

It wasn't premeditated. It was what needed to be done. So I did it.

It was possible to look at actual smartphones and tablets and laptops that had been manufactured on Old Earth. They did not work anymore, but their technical capabilities were described on little placards. And they were impressive compared to what Kath Two and other modern people carried around in their pockets. This ran contrary to most people's intuition, since in other areas the achievements of the modern world - the habitat ring, the Eye, and all the rest - were so vastly greater than what the people of Old Earth had ever accomplished. It boiled down to Amistics [the choices that different cultures made as to which technologies they would, and would not, make part of their lives]. In the decades before Zero, the Old Earthers had focused their intelligence on the small and the soft, not the big and the hard, and built a civilization that was puny and crumbling where physical infrastructure was concerned, but astonishingly sophisticated when it came to networked communications and software. The density with which they'd been able to pack transistors onto chips still had not been matched by any fabrication plant now in existence. Their devices could hold more data than anything you could buy today. Their ability to communicate through all sorts of wireless schemes was only now being matched - and that only in densely populated, affluent places like the Great Chain... Anyone who bothered to learn the history of the developed world in the years just before Zero understood perfectly well that Tavistock Prowse had been squarely in the middle of the normal range, as far as his social media habits and attention span had been concerned. But nevertheless, Blues called it Tav's Mistake. They didn't want to make it again. Any efforts made by modern consumer-goods manufacturers to produce the kinds of devices and apps that had disordered the brain of Tav were met with the same instinctive pushback as Victorian clergy might have directed against the inventor of a masturbation machine. To the extent the Blue's engineers could build electronics of comparable sophistication to those that Tav had used, they tended to put them into devices such as robots...

It was unhealthy to get too attached. Such things were best reserved for people who had a life expectancy

It would not do to be Lord of a universe inhabited solely by serfs.

I’ve always thought of school as a rehearsal. Not the main event.

I've got a thing about heights." Nate glanced at her. "I thought you had a thing about bugs?" "I've got more than one thing, it's allowed." "You were okay up in the loft, said Debbie. "Because the loft is a nice big space with guard rails," Veek said. "A ladder's a flag pole with delusions of grandeur.

I’ve never liked urban myths. I’ve never liked pretending to believe in them; never understood why everyone else doesn’t see straight through them. Why is it they’ve always happened to a friend of a friend - someone you’ve never met? Why does everyone smile and nod and pull the right faces, when they must know they’re not true? Pointless. A waste of breath. So I sneered at the myths about Scaderstone Pit. It was just an old quarry – nothing more. I never believed in the rumours of discarded dynamite. It had decayed, they said. It exploded at the slightest touch, had even blown someone’s hand off. I shrugged off the talk of the toxic waste. It was dumped in the dead of night, they said. The canisters rusting away, leaking deadly poisons that could blind you, burn your lungs. I laughed at the ghost stories. You could hear the moans, they said, of quarrymen buried alive and never found. You could see their nightwalking souls, searching for their poor crushed bodies. I didn’t believe any of it – not one word. Now, after everything that’s happened, I wonder whether I should’ve listened to those stories. Maybe then, these things would’ve happened to someone else, and I could’ve smiled and said they were impossible. But this is not an urban myth. And it did not happen to someone else, but to me. I’ve set it down as best I can remember. Whether you believe it or not, is up to you.

I’ve waited for him to invite my confidence, to fill the void my mother’s death left in my life. I’ve hungered for his affection. But he made me wait too long.

I want to breath the same air as you every minute of every day of my life. No matter how many timelines I live.

I was at the South-Eastern wall, and looking out through The Great Embrasure towards the Three Silver-fire Holes, that shone before the Thing That Nods, away down, far in the South-East. Southward of this, but nearer, there rose the vast bulk of the South-East Watcher—The Watching Thing of the South-East. And to the right and to the left of the squat monster burned the Torches; maybe half-a-mile upon each side; yet sufficient light they threw to show the lumbered-forward head of the never-sleeping Brute.

I was on the floor. "Um, a little help?" Christopher put his hand down. Martini cleared his throat and Christopher's hand retracted. "I can handle it, thanks." "There's nothing amorous about pulling someone off the floor," Christopher muttered. "There is when I do it.

I was so caught up in the video that I didn’t hear the door to the cleaning stall open. The first things I noticed were footsteps coming toward me. Case was naked from the waist up. As he walked, he rubbed his hair with a small cloth to help along the drying process. I sputtered as I sat up, swinging my feet to the cool floor, refusing to flinch as my bare feet came in contact with the ground. “Where are your clothes?” I asked.

I was wrong though. The hike was longer than I had remembered, and I did manage to get lost. So I was wandering down there, imagining the glory of the awesome battle happening above, when my father infamously broke ranks and fled from the enemy. His own flight shot him down in retribution. By the time I got home, the battle had been won, my father was gone. And I'd been branded the daughter of a coward.

I would wish you gods speed but I don’t want you to waste time looking for him.

I would have liked to experience more of the heptapods' worldview, to feel the way they feel. Then, perhaps I could immerse myself fully in the necessity of events, as the must, instead of merely wading in its surf for the rest of my life.

I write from the heart and do not edit and edit ... my works (music or writing). Although most writers do, and as I read their works its impossible for me to believe that they either talk or even think like that.

James would only look for music composed and performed by humans. Nowadays people didn’t feel the need to learn to play musical instruments. And why would they, since the sounds they produced could be perfectly generated digitally. Human voices were sample recorded, then modified and remastered by artificial intelligence. Where did our creativity go?

James had been acting a little weird. After waking up yesterday, he'd been a little bit distant. It might just be the stress of the trip. It was probably hard on James to be in charge of the little group. He was responsible for the welfare of his lover, a nun, and a talking horse. That couldn't be easy.

Just untrustworthy persons can be invisible, not because of their willingness seemingly to be confidential, but because of their fear to be identified. A reliable person wouldn't disappear and wouldn't be invisible. To be invisible is a feature and principle of spies, otherwise, you cannot put on them the stamp of spies.

Kate stops grinding the knife and begins to pass it over the length of the stone. Turning her wrist, she pulls the blade, swiping one side after the other, honing it to a fine edge. She wipes it dry with an old cloth and picks up a long piece of dark leather. One end of the strop she ties to the knob on the back of her chair, then holds it taught with her left hand. She counts in her head as she passes the blade over the length of the leather, flipping it at the bottom and the top of each pass. When she gets to twenty, she releases her hold on the strop and looks closely at the knife blade. Even in the dim light of the room, it shines.

Keep search in sci-fi and many other places books, stories and many other stuff... Keep searching, don't stop and you will find it!

Kenali sejarah dan leluhurmu, maka kamu akan tahu jati dirimu sebenarnya.

Knowing that a particle can occupy two different states at the same time—a state known as superposition—and, two particles, such as two particles of light, or photons, can become entangled, means that there is a unique, coupled state in which an action, like a measurement, upon one particle immediately causes a correlated change in the other. If there is a better word to describe my relationship with Fanio than entangled, I have yet to hear it. Even when the two entangled particles—or people—are separated by a great distance (and I mean emotional or physical distance, such as mine with Epifanio, or like being at opposite ends of the universe), their movements or actions affect each other. Yet, before any measurements or other assessments occur, the actual "spin states" of either of the two particles are uncertain and even unknowable.

Kevyn, I'm promoting you from Tech Sergeant to Munitions Commander. I want you to take responsibility for all Company weapons. Munitions Commander? Why me? I don't know. Call it "suspicion of extreme competence" on my part. -Captain Tagon & Commander Kevyn Andreyasn

Kitty, do you have the bottle?" "In my purse. Which is in my room. Not that I think I can find my room from here." "I'll get it," Martini said. He stood up and disappeared. Ten seconds later he was back, bottle in hand. "What kept you?" "That purse gets worse every time I look inside.

Knowledge is like an endless resource; a well of water that satisfies the innate thirst of the growing human soul. Therefore never stop learning... because the day you do, you will also stop maturing.

Kumquats? I've had a few. But then again, tofu dementia.

La foresta brulicava di vita. Lila la poteva scorgere ovunque, in quella parte del pianeta Rosso in cui era stata lasciata tre mesi prima dai soldati della Centuria. Quasi non riusciva a credere che fosse passato tanto tempo da quando l'astronave l'aveva condotta nel piccolo pianeta ai margini della galassia, lasciandola all'interno del rifugio stellare, con un compendio di sopravvivenza che si riduceva a poche basilari istruzioni. Ogni cosa era intensa in quel luogo: suoni, profumi, colori. E le sembrava di farne parte, anche se fino a poco tempo prima non aveva mai nemmeno sentito parlare della pianeta dei Lupi d'argento. Un lungo brivido le serpeggiò su per la spina dorsale, ricordandole chi era, e il motivo che l'aveva spinta a uscire dal suo rifugio. Sospirò e poi si mosse silenziosa tra gli alberi, lasciando vagare lo sguardo attorno a lei.

Mars is not Earth. It doesn't have a thick atmosphere to bend light and carry particles that reflect light around corners. It's damn near a vacuum here. Once the sun isn't visible, I'm in the dark. Phobos gives me some moonlight, but not enough to work with. Deimos is a little piece of crap that's no good to anyone.

Life involves a lot of unknowns.

Light side? Dark side? Oh no, it's all grey to me.

Little Reuben woke up repeating word for word a long lecture by that curious old writer (one of the very few whose works have been permitted to come down to us), George Bernard Shaw, who was speaking, according to a well-authenticated tradition, about his own genius.

Long ago he called us ants, Red ants burning in the light of a Silver sun. Destroyed by the greatness of others, losing the battle for our right to exist because we are not special. We did not evolve like them, with powers and strengths beyond our limited imaginations. We stayed the same, stagnant in our own bodies. The world changed around us and we stayed the same.

Look in Kego’s defense he was only Nine and a half when he took command of the ship and she had been put way off course by her captain and you lot would all be dead if it wasn’t for him.” Jenny Smith In The Navigator by Steve Merrick

Look on the happy side, think of the good things. Hadn't it been clever? Yes, it had.

look! Outside darkness going to brighten and the dawn of morning comes to welcome. The life starts with the light, and here we are under the heaven and earth. (Hadas Moosazadeh)

Looks like a fish, moves like a fish, steers like a cow.

Lo sfrigolio delle foglie di una vecchia quercia riempiva il silenzio che galleggiava intorno. L’odore dell’erba saturava le narici fin quasi a inebriare la mente. Il corpo giaceva rilassato alla frescura dell’austero tronco, immerso nell’aria serena della primavera. Karen, sdraiata accanto a lui, si avvicinò al suo orecchio, sorridendogli dolce. «Jonathan, è ora di svegliarsi» sussurrò. «Devi andare al lavoro». L’uomo si destò, aprendo gli occhi nella penombra della stanza metallica. Fece un lungo sospiro, riempiendosi i polmoni di aria stagnante prima di sedersi sul letto e togliersi le cuffie telepatiche che controllavano il sonno. Guardò la moglie distesa accanto a lui, ancora beatamente immersa nel sogno immaginario; aveva programmato la sveglia olografica con le sue fattezze per rendersi più dolce il risveglio in una realtà così diversa.

Lot of our life wasted by finding the reality, although we live in unstable nature and with a lot of illogical laws.

Love. Yes. That’s what I feel for you. Your smile makes me happy and your pain makes me hurt with you. Your unhappiness makes me unhappy. Your body makes me ache and you make me hard with need to be inside you. You are always on my mind and when I am not with you, I want you with me.