Just because the world often seemed to reward ugliness was no excuse to give up on beauty.
According to the prophecy a child was going to come along that would be part human and part robot and this child was going to change everything. Of course it was way too soon – both sides were totally unprepared, not to mention the fact that they h...
Everybody thinks it’s going to be different for them, Janice said. The dinosaurs thought so too.
This is because the Greeks had it backward, and no matter how hard humans try thinking otherwise, they still think like Greeks. For the Greeks, when you looked ahead all you saw was the past. It was like the past the future.
A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.
Think of them like gods, Janice said, because that’s what they are. The nape of a human neck is especially easy to see through – that’s why they love it when we bow our heads. It doesn’t have anything to do with praying. Prayers bore them.
History boring, Janice concurred, undaunted as usual. It’s not like the Ride of the Valkyries. It’s what comes history that isn’t boring.
Apes or human – we all made the same mistake, tempted by shifting leaves or the smell of sex, by music or a ripe banana.
The irony was not lost on any of us that despite the theme there was a robot on the throne.
There was a worm addicted to grape leaves, she continued, and suddenly it woke up. Call it a miracle, whatever, something woke it up and it wasn’t a worm anymore. It was the whole vineyard, and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks, an ever-expand...
Some people think what you’re supposed to do in life is fill yourself up with loads of things like names, the more the better. But that’s not how it works.
It isn’t time that folds, it’s space.
...the beginning and the end of time. These are the same thing, as everybody knows who came into this universe via a wormhole.
The world had edges but you couldn’t see them going, only when you were trying to come back.
