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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d376eb9 | 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.. | Dan Simmons | ||
| c7a6859 | will. I swear I will. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 2e150f0 | said the bald little androgyny. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 7a59797 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| 8202e20 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| 8fc5609 | Red and blue shadows stretched across the amber lawn toward us. "Keats," I said." | Dan Simmons | ||
| b71a276 | The sculptor Pete Garcia is found in his studio ... and in his bedroom ... and in the yard beyond. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 75ad7a6 | 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" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 96ebf18 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| 62615bf | 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 .. | Dan Simmons | ||
| de1c5ea | In the beginning was the Word. In the end ... past honor, past life, past caring ... In the end will be the Word. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 6fe0263 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| b0fa411 | 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" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 0ac0788 | 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" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 80318d1 | Can we stop them? Kassad was panting, pouring sweat, and literally quivering from excitement. -- | Dan Simmons | ||
| a521e89 | From what Paul tells me," said the Monsignor, "the Consul was true to his convictions, faithful to the memory of his grandmother Siri." | Dan Simmons | ||
| 9869dc1 | 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" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 6c9ec57 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| 09ef3f2 | 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. | Dan Simmons | ||
| c708c29 | was being greeted by a silent, smiling band of bald, retarded children. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 95a0160 | According to Russell Simmons, producer Eric B once claimed he could have created fifteen albums with the ideas from Paul's Boutique. Even the late Miles Davis reportedly once said he never tired of the record. | Dan LeRoy | ||
| 1b1744f | 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. | Dan Simmons | ||
| a86eaf2 | 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 | Dan Simmons | ||
| 1f0e833 | HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER | Dan Simmons | ||
| 344faf6 | 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.. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 9f5c058 | 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.. | Dan Simmons | ||
| d3c05f5 | I'm a childish fellow," responded Silenus with his satyr's smile. "Ambassador"--he nodded toward the Consul--"could I borrow that gilded pillow you're wearing for a hat?" The" | Dan Simmons | ||
| b37ac3f | The ship did not respond to queries. Without the ship, there could be no fatline relay to the Ousters, the Web, or anywhere else beyond Hyperion. Normal comm bands were down. 'Could the ship have been destroyed?' Sol asked the Consul. 'No. The message is being received, just not responded to. Gladstone still has the ship in quarantine.' Sol squinted out over the barrens to where the mountains shimmered in the heat haze. Several klicks close.. | Dan Simmons | ||
| a81ea83 | I found no muse on Hyperion during those first years. For many, the expansion of distance because of limited transportation--EMVs were unreliable, skimmers scarce--and the contraction of artificial consciousness due to absence of datasphere, no access to the All Thing, and only one fatline transmitter--all led to a renewal of creative energies, a new realization of what it meant to be human and an artist. Or so I heard. No muse appeared. My.. | Dan Simmons | ||
| eae1781 | I am merely a poet dying far from home. | Dan Simmons | ||
| ea042e8 | A lesser light asked Ummon Are there multiple futures> Ummon answered Does a dog have fleas>] | Dan Simmons | ||
| 50b9d6f | Suddenly a scream froze her in her tracks. It | Dan Simmons | ||
| afa043b | Kale pe a," repeated my friend. "It is an ancient Tibetan farewell when a caravan sets out to climb the high peaks. It means--go slowly if you wish to return." And" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 8bbb2f5 | Sarai gripped his hand. "Do you think you're the only one who has had the dream?" "Dream?" managed Sol. She" | Dan Simmons | ||
| 53ef2e6 | The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the sparks and embers of reality this way or that. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 07ef4a9 | IT IS NECESSARY wrote Silenus's own hand against the unyielding cold of the Shrike's chest. Blood dripped on | Dan Simmons | ||
| aacaa4a | Sono ancora convinto che vi siano luoghi troppo malvagi perche sia consentito loro di esistere. Di tanto in tanto, sogno nubi atomiche a forma di fungo che levano su una citta, e figure umane che danzano sullo sfondo del rogo che un tempo era Calcutta. | Dan Simmons | ||
| ba7ef71 | Ogni forma di violenza e potere, signor Luczak. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 8a72352 | Having sex or a domestic quarrel with the house monitors on is like undressing in front of a dog or cat ... it gives you pause the first time, and then you forget about it. | Dan Simmons | ||
| cb48557 | We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides. | Dan Simmons | ||
| f5ca3ff | he spied what appeared to be a crystal scarab rotating far above him, its insides ablaze with cool lights. | Dan Simmons | ||
| fad726e | 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." | Dan Simmons | ||
| e074e9b | no book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned. | Dan Simmons | ||
| dc74e99 | We are in a comfortable Dark Ages of the inventive mind; institutions change but little, and that by gradual evolution rather than revolution; scientific research creeps crablike in a lateral shuffle, where once it leaped in great intuitive bounds; devices change even less, plateau technologies common to us would be instantly identifiable - and operable! - to our great-grandfathers. | Dan Simmons |