Nine days after Perreault first saw the woman in black, an Indonesian mother of four came out of her tent long enough to claim that the mermaid had risen, fully-formed, from the very center of the quake. One of her boys, hearing this, said that he'd heard it was the other way around. Peter Watts
Cassia.I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not...
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Ally Condie
But how could you live and have no story to tell?
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Do not lose hope – what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')
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Neil Gaiman
Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.
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Shannon L. Alder
It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much...
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Arundhati Roy
More Quotes By Peter Watts
What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?
If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert
Rumors had their own classic epidemiology. Each started with a single germinating event. Information spread from that point, mutating and interbreeding–a conical mass of threads, expanding into the future from the apex of their common birthplace. Eventually, of course, they'd wither and die; the cone...
Once there were three tribes. The Optimists, whose patron saints were Drake and Sagan, believed in a universe crawling with gentle intelligence–spiritual brethren vaster and more enlightened than we, a great galactic siblinghood into whose ranks we would someday ascend. Surely, said the Optimists, space...
Reality went out the window the moment we started mediating sensory input through a nervous system. You want to actually perceive the universe directly, without any stupid scribbles or model-building? Become a protozoan.
