A city’s only ever three hot meals away from anarchy.
History is what we write, not what we remember. Why should we tarnish the memory of our planet by enshrining our less then noble deeds?
Half of all the great art and literature in existence went unrecognised during the lifetimes of its creators.
It’s not how far you’ve come that matters. It’s where you’ve come from.
I don’t know.” That was typical Sajaki; like all the genuinely clever people Sylveste had met he knew better than to feign understanding where none existed.
It’s called optimism — but I’m losing the hang of it fast.
You’re confident he’ll have found him, then?””Well, no. I didn’t sat that.””If there’s one thing I hate,” Volyova said, looking coldly at the other Triumvir, “it’s mindless optimism.
It is always better to try and fail than not to try.
Sluka shook her head. “We’re talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It’s like their only reason for existing was so they could die.
Still, it was vision, or at least vision’s idiot cousin.
Nothing had ever existed between us except the possibility of something, and now even that was over.
That she had loved Sylveste because he was such a self-important bastard and made something noble of being a self-important bastard, did it with such utter aplomb that it became a kind of virtue, like the wearing of sackcloth
No act of knowledge acquisition is entirely without risk.
Without risk in our lives, we’re scarcely better than machines ourselves.
Victory loses its meaning without the memory of what you’ve vanquished.
Enjoy it, kid. Enjoy feeling that you can make a difference.’ Floyd flashed him a smile. ‘It won’t last for ever.
We all have it in us to be something other than what we are, I thought, but we don’t often get a glimpse of what we could have been
There’s such a thing as free will, Tanner. You didn’t have to go along with me, unless you want to admit your brain is ruled by your dick. And I didn’t get the impression you regretted any of that.
For a moment I think we were turned into information, and that in that instant we were linked to every other piece of information ever known; every thought ever thought, or at least ever captured by the light.
You worry that we’re becoming monsters. Merlin, we already were monsters. You didn’t make us any worse.
I’m not a morning person: I can’t function until I’ve had a coffee – or several.