Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
I needed to be alone for whatever would happen. I knew that something would as certainly as if this were a last chapter.
It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
Sometimes translation stops you understanding.
Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.
If I program ’ware with an Anglo-Ubiq word and play it, you understand it,” Scile said. “If I do the same with a word in Language, and play it to an Ariekes, I understand it, but to them it means nothing, because it’s only sound, and that’s...
Oh, bullshit. This isn't one of those stories, Avice. One moment of cack-handedness, Captain Cook offends the bloody locals, one slip of the tongue or misuse of sacred cutlery, and bang, he's on the grill. Do you ever think about how self-aggrandisin...
We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man ...
I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice...
A promise fulfilled may be a classic moment, but prophecies mean anticlimax. How much more awesome was an unexpected salvation?
