I'm a chess piece. A pawn,' she said. 'I can be sacrificed, but I cannot be captured. To be captured would be the end of the game.
Paolo BacigalupiTags: quote chess nita pawn i-dunno-i-just-like-this-quote lucky-girl ship-breaker
Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it's a lot smokier and less defined.
Paolo BacigalupiTags: short-stories short-story short-fiction long-fiction
We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your potential fully upon it.
Paolo BacigalupiTags: life inspirational nature potential
Killing isn't free. It takes something out of you every time you do it. You get their life; they get a piece of your soul. It's always a trade.
Paolo BacigalupiDown an alley a washing woman has set out laundry in pans near the rubble of an old high-rise. Another is washing her body, carefully scrubbing under her sarong, its fabric clinging to her skin. Children run naked through the dirt, jumping over bits of broken concrete that were laid down more than a hundred years ago in the old Expansion. Far down the street the levees rise, holding back the sea.
Paolo BacigalupiPolitics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
Paolo BacigalupiShe smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.
Paolo BacigalupiCrew up, Nailer!" Lucky Girl shouted. "You think I'm going to pull your ass up here like a damn swank?
Paolo BacigalupiTags: humor rich jump pull swank
Don't tell me about worth," Nita said. "My father commands fleets."
"The wealthy measure everything with the weight of their money." Tool leaned close. "Sadna once risked herself and the rest of her crew to help me escape from an oil fire... Your father commands fleets. And thousands of half-men, I am sure. But would he risk himself to save a single one?
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Water sluices away soap and grime, even some of the shame comes with it. If she were to scrub for a thousand years she would not be clean, but she is too tired to care and she has grown accustomed to scars she cannot scour away. The sweat, the alcohol, the humid salt of semen and degradation, these she can cleanse. It is enough. She is too tired to scrub harder. Too hot and too tired, always.
At the end of her rinsing, she is happy to find a little water left in the bucket. She dips one ladleful and drinks it, gulping. And then in a wasteful, unrestrained gesture, she upends the bucket over her head in one glorious cathartic rush. In that moment, between the touch of the water, and the splash as it pools around her toes, she is clean.
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