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Goddamn fatherfucking asshole politician moral paraplegic dipshit drag-queen bitch!
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insults
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Dan Simmons |
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Those who ignore history's lessons in the ultimate folly of war are forced to do more than relive them ... they may be forced to die by them.
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Dan Simmons |
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Be assured, I do not suffer from a sense of humor.
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Dan Simmons |
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L'ondata divenne una massa urlante di rivoltosi; in quel momento, la somma dei quozienti d'intelligenza era molto inferiore a quella del piu modesto componente singolo. La folla ha passioni, non cervello.
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Dan Simmons |
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Haven't you ever harbored the secret thought that somewhere Huck and Jim are--at this instant--poling their raft down some river just beyond our reach, so much more real are they than the shoe clerk who fitted us just a forgotten day ago?
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Dan Simmons |
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After ten standard months I was done, acknowledging the ancient aphorism to the effect that no book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.
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writing
completion
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Dan Simmons |
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you "met" this Moneta ... or whatever her real name is ... in her past but your future ... in a meeting that's still to come"
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past
meetings
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Dan Simmons |
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To be a poet, I realized, a true poet, was to become the Avatar of humanity incarnate; to accept the mantle of poet is to carry the cross of the Son of Man, to suffer the birth pangs of the Soul-Mother of Humanity.
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poetry
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That's what writers and artists and creators do, boy. Listen to the Void and try to hear dead folks' thoughts. Feel their pain. The pain of living folks too. Finding a muse is just an artist or holy man's way of getting a foot in the Void Which Binds' front door. Aenea knew that. You should have too.
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Dan Simmons |
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The left side of my brain had been shut down like a damaged section of a spinship being sealed off, airtight doors leaving the doomed compartments open to vacuum. I could still think. Control of the right side of my body soon returned. Only the language centers had been damaged beyond simple repair. The marvelous organic computer wedged in my skull had dumped its language content like a flawed program. The right hemisphere was not without s..
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Dan Simmons |
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Failing tastes of bile and dog vomit. Shame on any man who gets used to that taste.
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Dan Simmons |
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Siri whispered an answer to my unasked question. "No, Merin, one is never really too old. At least not too old to want the warmth and closeness. You decide, my love. I will be content either way." I decided. Towards the dawn we slept."
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Dan Simmons |
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Holmes smiled tightly. "I discovered, Mr. James," he said as he leaned closer, "that I was not a real person. I am...how would a literary person such as yourself put it? I am, the evidence has proven to me most conclusively, a literary construct. Some ink-stained scribbler's creation. A mere fictional character."
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Dan Simmons |
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Father Lenar Hoyt stepped away from the wall where he had been leaning, raised his right hand with thumb and little finger touching, three fingers raised, the gesture somehow including himself as well as those before him, and said softly, 'Ego te absolvo.
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Dan Simmons |
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Where religious values might be relative, intellectual values fleeting, moral values ambiguous, and aesthetic values dependent upon an observer, the existence value of any thing is infinite--thus the "mountains in the sun"--and being infinite, equal to every other thing and all truths."
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Dan Simmons |
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Sometimes Duane imagined that he was the single crewman on a receding starship, already light-years from Earth, unable to turn around, doomed never to return, unable even to reach his destination in a human lifetime, but still connected by this expanding arc of electromagnetic radiation, rising now through the onionlike layers of old radio shows, traveling back in time as he traveled forward in space, listening to voices whose owners had lo..
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Dan Simmons |
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Once Ummon asked a lesser light Are you a gardener> Yes it replied Why have turnips no roots> Ummon asked the gardener who could not reply Because said Ummon rainwater is plentiful] I think about this for a moment. Ummon's koan is not difficult now that I am regaining the knack of listening for the shadow of substance beneath the words. The little Zen parable is Ummon's way of saying, with some sarcasm, that the answer lies within science a..
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Dan Simmons |
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He suspected that Duane had lived in those lofty realms of thought, listening to the voices of men long dead rising from books the way he'd once said he listened to late-night radio shows in his basement.
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Dan Simmons |
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Even as he watched, a star moved above the limb of the planet, laser weapons winked their ruby morse
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Dan Simmons |
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The Hegemony and its relationship with the Ousters aren't my worry now. I sincerely wish a plague on both their houses." To the extent that humanity suffers?" "I don't know humanity," said the Consul in an exhausted monotone. "I do know Sol Weintraub. And Rachel. And an injured woman named Brawne Lamia. And Father Paul Dure. And Fedmahn Kassad. And--"
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Sol Weintraub had come to a single, unshakable conclusion: any allegiance to a deity or concept or universal principle which put obedience above decent behavior toward an innocent human being was evil.
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Old Central School still stood upright, holding its secrets and silences firmly within. Eighty-four years of chalkdust floated in the rare shafts of sunlight inside while the memories of more than eight decades of varnishings rose from the dark stairs and floors to tinge the trapped air with the mahogany scent of coffins. The walls of Old Central were so thick that they seemed to absorb sounds while the tall windows, their glass warped and ..
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Dan Simmons |
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Sol remembered the dream, remembered his daughter's hug, and realized that in the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.
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Dan Simmons |
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At that moment I would have welcomed spider-rats nibbling on my toes about as much as the idea of chatting with a missionary priest.
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missionary
priest
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Dan Simmons |
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Children bring chaos and clutter and an infinite potential for the future
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Dan Simmons |
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Arete is simply excellence and the striving for excellence in all things," said Odysseus. "Arete simply means the act of offering all actions as a sort of sacrament to excellence, of devoting one's life to finding excellence, identifying it when it offers itself, and achieving it in your own life."
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Dan Simmons |
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It was a dramatization of total chaos, a functional definition of confusion, an unchoreographed dance of sad violence. It was war.
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Dan Simmons |
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In the last few months, perhaps because he has had no one to speak to -- or at least no interlocutor who can respond with actual out-loud speech -- he has learned how to let different parts of his mind and heart speak within him as if they were different souls with their own arguments.
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northwest-passage
reflection
soul
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the world often seemed more like a template for fiction than something that should be indulged in for its own sake.
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Dan Simmons |
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But he had once told Watson that the "less or fewer" issue, along with the use of "I" in such sentences as "He gave the money to Sheila and I", inflicted on the public by people who considered themselves well-educated, could be drastically reduced in frequency--if not actually abolished--by a few well-aimed pistol shots and an explanatory note that would be pinned to the victims' chests."
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Dan Simmons |
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Abraham came not to sacrifice, but to know once and for all whether this God was a god to be trusted and obeyed. No other test would do.
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Dan Simmons |
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Look,' said Tyrena. 'In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go figure.
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meat
health
human-beings
logic
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Dan Simmons |
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Like your kind/ we usually destroy what we cannot understand
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Dan Simmons |
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takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature
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Dan Simmons |
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Sol, listen," came the Voice, modulated now so it did not boom from far above but almost whispered in his ear, "the future of humankind depends upon your choice. Can you offer Rachel out of love, if not obedience?" Sol heard the answer in his mind even as he groped for the words. There would be no more offerings. Not this day. Not any day. Humankind had suffered enough for its love of gods, its long search for God. He thought of the many ce..
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Dan Simmons |
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Can God play a significant game with his own creature? Can any creator, even a limited one, play a significant game with his own creature?
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Dan Simmons |
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Asshole cunt peepee fuck." "Ah," grinned Old Sludge, showing his one tooth, "going to the company store to get some algae chewies, huh?" "Goddamn poopoo," I would grin back at him."
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Dan Simmons |
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The strongest beings are those who sing themselves into existence.
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Dan Simmons |
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I think one begins to feel when things aren't important. I'm not sure how to put it. When you've spent thirty years entering rooms filled with strangers you feel less pressure than when you've had only half that number of years of experience. You know what the room and the people in it probably hold for you and you go looking for it. If it's not there, you sense it earlier and leave to go about your business. You just know more about what i..
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Dan Simmons |
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I am tired of this city. I am tired of its pagan pretensions and false histories. Hyperion is a poet's world devoid of poetry. Keats itself is a mixture of tawdry, false classicism and mindless, boomtown energy.
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Dan Simmons |
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I wish we had the technology to fight God on an equal basis," he said in low, tight tones. "To beard him in his den. To fight back for all of the injustices heaped on humanity. To allow him to alter his smug arrogance or be blown to hell."
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Dan Simmons |
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God did not choose Herod or Pontius Pilate or Caesar Augustus as His instrument. He chose the unknown son of an unknown carpenter in one of the least important stretches of the Roman Empire.
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Dan Simmons |
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the essence of human experience lay not primarily in the peak experiences, the wedding days and triumphs which stood out in the memory like dates circled in red on old calendars, but, rather, in the unselfconscious flow of little things - the weekend afternoon with each member of the family engaged in his or her own pursuit, their crossings and connections casual, dialogues imminently forgettable, but the sum of such hours creating a synerg..
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Dan Simmons |
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She almost smiled at the justice of it, at her ultimate foolishness in thinking that she could uncage chaos and then control it.
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Dan Simmons |