The dockside air went straight to the back of the throat and stung the sinuses, icy cold and smelling of volatiles. It tasted like ice water and oil and it cut through coats and gloves the way the clean and the cold finally cut through the stink Bird smelled in his sleep and imagined in the taste of his food. Time and again you got in from a run and the chronic sight of just one other human face, and when you looked at all the space around you and saw real live people and faces that weren’t your face—you got the sudden disconnected notion you were watching it all on vid, drifting there with only a tender and a hand-jet between you and a dizzy perspective down the mast—worse than EVAs in the deep belt, a lot dizzier.
“In stories, those who hope to do harm call attention to themselves. They kidnap public figures; they steal potent potions from scientific labs and unleash monsters of their own creation on the general populace. But what about the small and quiet criminals who hope to make no noise in their work? How to save someone from himself?” Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: The Night Gwen Stacy Died”
“But from a narrative point of view, in 105 pages nothing happens. Except this: ‘What with one thing and another, three years passed.'” Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: The Princess Bride”
“Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives—all that was over.”
Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: The Time Machine”
“All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.”
“I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.”
“The basis of optimism is sheer terror.”
One learning, though: my big flaw is fear. In a world where you’re supposed to be a psycho, I just didn’t yell loud enough to get ahead. I was too darn embarrassed to play God. Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: Vernon God Little”
For three days the rains came and went, three days of infuriating confinement. If the Jinni had been able to go outside, and chase himself to the ends of the earth, then his growing obsession with the world of men might have dissipated, and he might have gone to visit the jinn habitations of his youth, as planned. But when the clouds exhausted themselves and the Jinni at last emerged to a newly washed landscape, he found that all thoughts of returning to his own people had vanished with the oceans.
Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: The Golem and the Jinni”
“Now that I have seen the larger world, I wish to change it, as does Mata. But while he wishes to restore the world to a state that never was, I wish to bring it to a state that has not yet been seen.” Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: World War Z and The Grace of Kings”
Continue reading “Odds and Ends Shelf: Dune”
How much of my life, if any, did I waste reading this thing? Continue reading “Homestuck in Hindsight: Disc One”