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Sometimes the human's fraud may reach a peak level and drag the credibility under criticism, so it will make him difficulties distinguishing the integrity in the darkness of the dungeon.

Sometimes the only thing that can make someone feel misplaced is the sight of home.

Sometimes, The knowledge alone is not enough to win the round. To win, you should be a good politician as well!

Sorry, no. I refuse to join an army which practices human sacrifice and has no adequate pension plan.

So, what you’re basically telling me is death is boring but no worse than hanging out with family.

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.

Sugar Peas!

Taking a chance on a new author, can open your mind to new experiences.

Tammaru’s office looked like NASA’s control room designed by Donald Trump.

Thank you father, thank you. I know you watched me from above and protected me. I promise I shall serve the Magnarian Confederation with all my body and soul. I shall dedicate myself fully to our confederation, the family that you so loved. And I love it too. I shall protect, love and respect it always. This is my promise and commitment. Thank you

Thanks, Maisie,” I said. “I appreciate the update.” “I enjoy being helpful,” she replied.” Darby chuckled. “I think she’s developing a sense of humor.” “I’m not sure I can handle an inanimate polymer egg cracking jokes all the time,” I said.

The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday.

The catacombs where ghostly bodies lie. In the silence you hear the screams go by.

The day I die, I’ll be too busy thinking to notice” he waved his hand as he left the ship. - Nelson Moon, shipwright and designer of the Altered Moon. Current location: Cantankerous Base, Planet Tarris, Arzian Alliance

Stupid Ape: I had to quantify this with the word “stupid” so as not to offend the ape community. Large of limb, impotent of intellect, he was the kind of guy who lettered in leg-breaking at thug school but flunked the written exam because he didn't know which end of the e-pencil to use.

The death has an only color.

The dentist swiveled on his heels and disappeared, leaving me there to massage my jaw back into feeling after its brief, masochistic marriage to the top of my wooden desk.

The evolution of mind requires a diet of knowledge.

The full force of the sun’s rays broke through the tree canopy, and the man squinted up at the sky. “I always assumed Asterions would figure it out when they were ready for the knowledge. When they were ready to take the next step. By my count, you’re a little early.” “We don’t have the luxury of waiting for the next evolutionary leap to mosey through on its own. To put it bluntly, we are dead in two weeks unless we can find a way to stop the Rasu. Dead. As a species. Do you understand me? Am I getting through to you?” “Calm yourself, Mr. Ridani. I hear you fine.” “Good. Then will you come with me?

Their blissfully soft texture calmed me but alerted me at the same time. I couldn't explain the gentle spark of light that dripped off the edges. And of course, the aqua trim felt way too familiar.

The Law of Moronic Ubiquity: Anything in the universe that is generally considered to be idiot-proof will eventually be ruined by an idiot.

The Law of Chaos: Any activity or event that seems to lie beyond the boundaries of possibility will usually be the first thing to occur.

...the magic was a tool, though a natural, mysterious tool. In its awareness of the magic, his human nature had desired to connect with it, to use it. The whisperings were the voice of his own awakening, not the seductive call of a dark power. Using it was not corruption, but a natural extension of his being. And he could control the manner in which he used it. He would.

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it.

The mistakes we make when we are young are just as important to us as food or air. Without learning how to do things the wrong way, we can never learn how to do them the right way.

The city is a plague… and I am the penicillin.

The obsession with correct political belief and expression in art is stultifying the genre as it is necessarily exclusive. We are losing our voice in artificial, forced homogeny posing as tolerance. Propaganda-disguised-as-story drives readers away as agenda takes the place of wonder, excitement, character. and conflict.

The obstacle in chain of nature does not occurs due of global warming, but by the destructive power of human's mind.

The pen against ignorance, the blood against knowledge, the murder against liberalism. Let to the enemy to live into its foolishness. This would be the best weapon against him.

The princess turns to him, serious. 'You are the one my great-grandfather spoke of: a denizen of Earth wearing a dirty apron who falls down a shaft and lands in sticky goo to lead the Brundeedle race out of Woe Time.':

The power of the Dark Side cannot be dispersed among the masses. It must be concentrated in the few who are worthy of the honor.

There are moments in time when the axis of the universe shifts, when life as you knew it is irrevocably altered. When the hiss and grind of the gears fell silent, some deeply rooted instinctive part of me knew this was one of those moments.

... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.

There are many universes, perhaps an infinite number; that each contains, and is contained within every other; and that all of them sing together like voices in a choir. It is a beautiful thing - a song of infinite harmony.

There comes a time when a man must forgo familiarity and venture into uncertainty; risking obscurity, but also quite possibly… finding meaning.

There are those who like things just they are and will stop at nothing to keep them that way, and those who understand that change is the natural order of the universe, and one must change with it.

There is no universe per se. Nor is there a beginning, Big Bang or otherwise. We live in an energy field that recycles quarks, which format with given configurations, because they've done that before.

There was always more to people’s stories.

The signs shifted in my mind like a kaleidoscope of visions.

There was a push, in the Sixties and Seventies, to rename science fiction as “speculative fiction” just to try and escape all that baggage. But the truth is that science fiction is like a big old pustule that burst open at the top of the 21st Century, and its muck got into everything. We now live in a world infused with science fiction. Little infections in everything.

The sky is the limit only for those who aren't afraid to fly!

The truth is far, far stranger.

The wind flew Jim away. A similar kite, Will swooped to follow.

The truth is, we’ve had a fairly uneventful stay in the Gennisi galaxy. We staked our claim to our little corner of it and settled in, happy to be left alone to live how we chose. “But this doesn’t mean there aren’t grave threats out in the cosmos—more terrifying than our imaginations can conjure—or remarkable wonders beyond our capacity to envision. It shouldn’t be a surprise that when we finally went looking, we discovered one of them.” Nika nodded thoughtfully and shut off the map. “Well, I guess it’s time for us to go find out which one.

The way you blunder from one catastrophe to the next, it's a wonder the whole galaxy doesn't hate you. The galaxy is a big place, General. You provincial military types don't get far enough out to really see that. -General Tagon & Captain Kevyn Andreyasn

The world is not beautiful. Therefore it is.

They compose poems to their knives.

They do not know what lies beneath their very noses.

They have nothing to give. They have no power of making. All their power is to darken and destroy. They cannot leave this place; they are this place; and it should be left to them. They should not be denied nor forgotten, but neither should they be worshiped. The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes. And where men worship these things and abase themselves before them, there evil breeds; there places are made in the world where darkness gathers, places given over wholly to the Ones whom we call Nameless, the ancient and holy Powers of the Earth before the Light, the powers of the dark, of ruin, of madness… I think they drove your priestess Kossil mad a long time ago; I think she has prowled these caverns as she prowls the labyrinth of her own self, and now she cannot see the daylight any more. She tells you that the Nameless Ones are dead; only a lost soul, lost to truth, could believe that. They exist. But they are not your Masters. They never were. You are free, Tenar. You were taught to be a slave, but you have broken free.

They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue searchlights on broken ceramic walls.