So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.
Tad WilliamsStichwörter: tad-williams grim
All people know the Greater Hunger...It is the hunger for warmth, for family, for connection to the stars and the earth and other living things..."
"For love?" Renie asked.
"Yes, I suppose that could be true.
Go down." It seemed obvious. "You have to go down before you can come out - that's how these things always work.
Tad WilliamsStairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator.
But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.
Okay, settle for an escalator, then.
Stichwörter: humor
It was only after they had left the bridge and its gaurdian far behind that Theo realized he had left Tansy's telephone-brooch in the pocket of his jacket. He had no plans to go back for it, of course: as far as Theo was concerned, that piece of two-legged ugliness was welcome to blow out Tansy's long-distance bill or download a ton of troll-porn and charge it to the Daisy commune.
Betray me, huh? Taste the Revenge of Vilmos!
Stichwörter: humor
Our lives aren't even about doing real things most of the time. We think and talk about people we've never met, pretend to visit places we've never actually been, to discuss things that are just names as though they were as real as rocks or animals or something. Information Age. Hell it's the Imagination Age. We're living in our own minds.
No, she decided as the plane began its steep descent, really we're living in other people's minds.
Stichwörter: living-in-other-minds
Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.
Tad WilliamsStichwörter: guiding-words admonishing
His virtual home showed none of the ostentation of others in the Brotherhood, no Gothic-fortress-perched-on-impossible-cliffs or Caligulean excesses of decor (usually accompanied by an equally Caligulean want of decorum.)
Tad WilliamsWe tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
Tad WilliamsAh? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.
Tad WilliamsStichwörter: imagination labor hard-work treasures my-life-story
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