For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.
Richard K. MorganIf you don’t know the men at your back by name, don’t be surprised if they won’t follow you into battle. On the other hand, don’t be surprised if they will, either, because there are countless other factors you must take into account. Leadership is a slippery commodity, not easily manufactured or understood.
Richard K. MorganMots clés leadership leadership-vs-management
There's a sameness to streetlife. On every world I've ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behavior seeping out from whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above.
Richard K. MorganMots clés science-fiction planets political patterns machines human-behavior worlds human-behaviour streetlife
When they ask how I died, tell them: still angry.
Richard K. MorganNo such thing as time travel, he'd rumbled patiently, once. Only live with what you've done, and try in the future to do what you're happy to live with.
Richard K. MorganHand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.
Richard K. MorganThe difference between virtuality and life is very simple. In a construct you know everything is being run by an all-powerful machine.
Reality doesn't offer this assurance, so it's very easy to develop the mistaken impression that you're in control.
Quellcrest Falconer
Ethics on the Precipice
Mots clés science-fiction
Make it personal.
Richard K. MorganWell, fuck them.
Make it personal.
Was a time...
Sure. And there was another fucking time the summers never seemed to end and you'd never paid for it in your life. Remember that? Time passes, Max - get over it. Skip the fucking nostalgia, let's get where we're at.
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