My intellect was my greatest vanity.
Dan SimmonsStichwörter: vanity intellectuals intellect intellectualism
This is some sort of joke, isn't it?" asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields.
I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed from the inn. "Probably," I say. "But then, what isn't?
Stichwörter: cynicism cynical-humor cynicism-reality joke-life
I know what cancer was. How is it like humankind?"
Sek Hardeen's perfectly modulated, softly accented tones showed a hint of agitation. "We have spread out through the galaxy like cancer cells through a living body, Duré. We multiply without thought to the countless life forms that must die or be pushed aside so that we may breed and flourish. We eradicate competing forms of intelligent life.
Stichwörter: misanthropy overpopulation superiority-complex
The day before the Queen's Ball, Father had a visitor--a very young girl with literary aspirations, someone Lord Lytton had recommended visit Father and sent over–and while Father was explaining to her the enjoyment he was having in writing this Drood book for serialisation, this upstart of a girl had the temerity to ask, 'But suppose you died before all the book was written?' [...] He spoke very softly in his kindest voice and said to her, 'One can only work on, you know--work while it is day.
Dan SimmonsStichwörter: age writing death work old-age charles-dickens
When the last autumn of Dickens's life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades of our lives in exchange for stacks of paper with scratches and squiggles on them. And when Death calls, how many of us would trade all those pages, all that squandered lifetime-worth of painfully achieved scratches and squiggles, for just one more day, one more fully lived and experienced day? And what price would we writers pay for that one extra day spent with those we ignored while we were locked away scratching and squiggling in our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation?
Would we trade all those pages for a single hour? Or all of our books for one real minute?
Stichwörter: life age writing writers time death old-age regret charles-dickens
The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.
Dan SimmonsStichwörter: beauty flowers sunshine summer beauty-in-nature sunlight
Yes. But terrible heresies have proven to be grim truths many times before in the longer history of my Church, Sek Hardeen.
Dan SimmonsStichwörter: truth religion heresy
In the months since Challenger, Baedecker had found it hard to believe that the country had ever flown so frequently and competently into space. The long hiatus of earthbound doubt in which nothing flew had become the normal state of things to Baedecker, mixing in his own mind with a dreary sense of heaviness, of entropy and gravity triumphant.
Dan SimmonsChoose again.
Dan SimmonsThe Hegemony had known how to treat cancer, but most of the gene-tailoring knowledge and technology had been lost after the Fall.
Dan SimmonsStichwörter: cancer
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