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that strange elasticity of the human heart in finding new relationships, new people to share one's life with, new potentials.
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The Matterhorn's summit ridge is not quite what excited journalists like to call "a knife-edge ridge." Our boot prints in the snow along the actual ridge prove this. Had it been a knife-edge ridge, with snow, our boot prints would have been on both sides, since the smart way to traverse a true knife edge is to hobble slowly along like a ruptured duck, one leg on the west side of the narrow summit ridge, one on the east. A slip then will lea..
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him to shoot anyone who even looked cross-eyed at him. "Web English is such a subtle tongue," he said. "That phrase is older than the Web," I said. "Just do it."
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It's a Templar," said Dure, astonished to find a follower of the Muir here."
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We all retreat into ourselves in some way.
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My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.
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I did not truly know M. Masteen," said the priest. "We were not of the same faith. But we were of the same profession; Voice of the Tree Masteen spent much of his life doing what he understood to be God's work, pursuing God's will in the writings of the Muir and the beauties of nature. His was the true faith--tested by difficulties, tempered by obedience, and, in the end, sealed by sacrifice." Dur"
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martyrs of the Antarctic.
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This was, without a doubt, the cruciform of which the Bikura spoke. And it had been set here a minimum of many thousands of years ago--perhaps tens of thousands--long before mankind first left Old Earth. Almost certainly before Christ taught in Galilee. I
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The Church might have died before this revelation could have brought new life to it. But
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If there really was a goddess like Sedna who ruled the world, her real name was Bitch Irony.
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always visibly earnest and hopeful and strident and feminine and eccentric
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when I find the bullet iwill spit it out it out.
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The Zen Gnostics claim forty billion followers," he rumbled. "But what kind of religion is that, eh? No churches. No priests. No holy books. No concept of sin." Dur"
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I was getting used to the caustic voice in my head. It and I had made a peace when I realized that it wasn't urging me to lie down and die, just critiquing my inadequate efforts to stay alive.
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It is at times like this that I have the sense... the slightest sense... of what a sacrifice it must have been for the Son of God to condescend to become the Son of Man.
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Perhaps Nemes and her kind will keep it in a zoo to hunt it when they are bored.
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Brawne set her hand on the thing's broad chest and pushed. The
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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. To be a true poet is to become God. I tried to explain this to my friends on Heaven's Gate. "Piss, shit," I said. "Asshole motherfucker, goddamn shit goddamn. Cunt. Pee-pee cunt. Goddamn!" They shook their heads and smiled, an..
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will. I swear I will.
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said the bald little androgyny.
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At first the shifts in gravity from room to room were disturbing, but I soon adapted, subconsciously bracing myself for the drag of Lusus and Hebron and Sol Draconi Septem, unconsciously anticipating the less than l-standard-g freedom of the majority of the rooms. In
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relationship between creatures and their creators, the love between parent and children, artists and their art, all creators and their creations. The poem celebrated love and loyalty but teetered on the brink of nihilism with its constant thread of corruption through love of power, human ambition and intellectual hubris. Martin
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Red and blue shadows stretched across the amber lawn toward us. "Keats," I said."
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The sculptor Pete Garcia is found in his studio ... and in his bedroom ... and in the yard beyond.
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Sort of like the Grim Reaper, but with a penchant for sticking souls on a giant thorn tree ... while the people's souls are still in their bodies." King"
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When you think about it, the cause-effect begins to resemble some mad logic-loop by the data artist Carolus or perhaps a print by Escher: the Shrike had come into existence because of the incantatory powers of my poem but the poem could not have existed without the threat/presence of the Shrike as muse. Perhaps I was a bit mad in those days. In
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Dure smiled, obviously still puzzled. "We all expected to triumph or die the first night," said the Consul. "We hadn't anticipated a long stay here." Brawne Lamia stood and brushed off her trousers. "I'm going," she said. "I should be able to carry back four or five days' rations if they're field foodpaks or the bulk-stored items we saw." "I'll go too," said Martin Silenus. There was a silence. During the week of their pilgrimage, the poet ..
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In the beginning was the Word. In the end ... past honor, past life, past caring ... In the end will be the Word.
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Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes us uncomfortably conscious of our lies when we lie. Sol
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Sol! Take your daughter, your only daughter Rachel, whom you love, and go to the world called Hyperion and offer her there as a burnt offering at one of the places of which I shall tell you." And"
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The voice, sounding more than ever to Sol like some cut-rate holie director's shallow idea of what God's voice should sound like, came again: "Sol! You must listen well. The future of humankind depends upon your obedience in this matter. You must take your daughter, your daughter Rachel whom you love, and go to the world called Hyperion and offer her there as a burnt offering at one of the places of which I shall tell you." And"
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Can we stop them? Kassad was panting, pouring sweat, and literally quivering from excitement. --
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From what Paul tells me," said the Monsignor, "the Consul was true to his convictions, faithful to the memory of his grandmother Siri."
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My dear child," beamed Martin Silenus, "I am not trying to tell you anything. I just thought it might be entertaining--as well as edifying and enlightening--if at some point we exchanged lists of all the locations at which we have either robbed or been robbed. Since you have the unfair advantage of having been the daughter of a senator, I am sure that your list would be much more distinguished ... and much longer." Lamia"
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For years I have carried on silent conversations with Siri, framing questions to myself for future discussion with her, and it suddenly strikes me with cold clarity that we will never again sit together and talk. An emptiness begins to grow inside me. Should
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It was a wet and chilly late October morning in A.D. 1415. Kassad had been inserted as an archer into the army of Henry V of England.
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was being greeted by a silent, smiling band of bald, retarded children.
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the population of literate people has been declining steadily since Gutenberg's day. By the twentieth century, less than two percent of the people in the so-called industrialized democracies read even one book a year.
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Then I saw a wan face Not pinned by human sorrows, but bright blanched By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had passed The lily and the snow; and beyond these
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HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER
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Kassad reparo en las inquisitivas cejas arqueadas, las pequenas orejas que habia besado tantas veces. La blanda garganta donde habia apoyado las mejillas para escuchar sus palpitaciones. Kassad la apunto con el rifle. --?Quien eres? --pregunto ella. La voz era tan suave y sensual como el recordaba, el acento igualmente elusivo. Con el dedo en el gatillo, Kassad titubeo. Habian hecho el amor veintenas de veces, se habian conocido durante ano..
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Space battles in movies and holies had always bored me, but watching the real thing held a certain fascination: rather like seeing live coverage of a series of traffic accidents. Actually, the production values for reality - as had doubtless been the case for centuries - were much lower than for even a moderate-budget holodrama. Even with the tremendous energies involved, the overwhelming reaction one had to an actual battle in space was th..
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