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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e553a44 | Pero ?que tormenta golpea en silencio? | el-cuento-número-13 | Diane Setterfield | |
| 74a2cde | her fear of action was overtaken by her fear of inaction. | Diane Setterfield | ||
| effb472 | No conviene encarinarse con los personajes secundarios. No es su historia. Vienen, se van, y una vez que se han ido ya no vuelven. Eso es todo. | el-cuento-número-13 | Diane Setterfield | |
| 2c3869b | Cualquier institutriz, despues de pasar unas pocas horas en esta casa, se habria hecho una idea clara y completa de la tarea a la que se enfrenta; pero el medico es un hombre, de modo que no puede percatarse de lo tedioso que a cualquiera le resulta que le expliquen detenidamente lo que ya ha entendido. | el-cuento-número-13 | Diane Setterfield | |
| 2b7345c | Una mente fatigada tiende a tomar derroteros infructuosos; no hay nada que una buena noche de sueno no pueda reparar. | el-cuento-número-13 | Diane Setterfield | |
| e753dd6 | Cuando escribo, incluso ahora mientras estoy escribiendo esta frase, esta palabra, soy consciente de la presencia de un lector fantasma que se inclina sobre mi hombro y contempla mi pluma, que tergiversa mis palabras y distorsiona mi significado, haciendome sentir incomoda incluso en la intimidad de mis propios pensamientos. | el-cuento-número-13 | Diane Setterfield | |
| ab539af | The morning after I die. And the first 12 copies go to the Inland Revenue" | Bernie Ecclestone | ||
| d719fd2 | Enough is enough! [...] How many homes can you own? | Bernie Sanders | ||
| dd4d271 | the last few miles of the Atlantic Ocean back to England with all of the jewellery hidden in her knickers. Granny | David Walliams | ||
| 96beb8f | Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny. I | Ernest Cline | ||
| 35ccfa2 | 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 behaviour seeping out from under whatever clanking political machine has been dropped on it from above. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| f442bab | I twitched a smile, resisting the temptation to kick his teeth down his throat, and folded myself into the deck chair. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| f6478ba | It is true, I spend some of my leisure time in purchased sexual release, both real and virtual. Or, as you so elegantly put it, whorehouses. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| e67ff1b | Is Sullivan at Bay City Central right now? | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| e776339 | IN ARCHITECTURAL ECHO of service pyramid theory, the Shorn block had rented out its bottom two levels to a series of shopping and eating units that collectively went under the name Basecamp. According to the Shorn promotional literature that Chris had read, Basecamp provided employment for more than six hundred people and, together with the Shorn-owned vehicle repair shops in the basement, was a working embodiment of the virtues of trickled.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| b81ba2f | Bullet-proof, right?' 'Mmm.' Kawahara tipped her head to one side. 'Depends on the bullet, I would say. But impact resistant, certainly. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 4a5537f | I'd rather you didn't smoke in here.' 'Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| f7fd8bb | The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here--it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin... | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| c4fe35a | The lawyers I saw there had about as much in common with the man who had defended me at fifteen as automated machine rifle fire has with farting. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 426321a | The car boosted up and presumably out because I heard the drumming of rain against the bodywork. There was a faint smell of leather from the upholstery, which beat the odour of faeces on the inbound journey, and the seat I was in moulded itself supportively to my form. I seemed to have moved up in the order of things. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 478dc79 | The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here - it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| f7f77b3 | If they want you, a youngish Quell had once written of the Harlan's World ruling elite, sooner or later they'll scoop you up off the globe, like specks of interesting dust off a Martian artifact. Cross the gulf between the stars, and they can come after you. Go into centuries of storage, and they'll be there waiting for you, clone new, when you resleeve. They are what we once dreamed of as gods, mythical agents of destiny, as inescapable as.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 33f2ca2 | I'd rather you didn't smoke in here." "[...]I'd rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me." | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 55b8079 | When I looked at the curve of her hips and thighs on the window shelf, I could feel the way she had writhed back against me so clearly it was almost virtual. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| a798e24 | He storms down in savage joy, to meet all the waiting blades and hate. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| ab90272 | Screams powering down to sobbing. The sickly stench of charred flesh made it across in ribbons to where I lay. It was like a homecoming. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 7f76091 | And for the moments that the embrace lasted, and a little while after, I felt as clean as the breeze coming in off the sea. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 0165f57 | Kristin, nothing ever does change." I jerked a thumb back at the crowd outside. "You'll always have morons like that, swallowing belief patterns whole so they don't have to think for themselves. You'll always have people like Kawahara and the Bancrofts to push their buttons and cash in on the program. People like you to make sure the game runs smoothly and the rules don't get broken too often. And when the Meths want to break the rules them.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 693103c | You'll let your life, the most precious thing you have, be stolen from you hour by hour and day by day as long as you can eke out the existence your males will let you have. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 271da37 | Anyone who builds satellites we can't shoot down needs to be taken seriously and, if they ever come back for their hardware, be approached with caution. That's not religion, it's common sense. Quellcrist Falconer Metaphysics for Revolutionaries | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 06c4d27 | The 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. Quellcrist Falconer Ethics on the Precipice | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| b0c2127 | In any agenda, political or otherwise, there is a cost to be borne. Always ask what it is, and who will be paying. If you don't, then the agenda-makers will pick up the perfume of your silence like swamp panthers on the scent of blood, and the next thing you know, the person expected to bear the cost will be you. And you may not have what it takes to pay. Quellcrist Falconer Things I Should Have Learnt By Now Vol II | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| d320673 | First the hypnos, pulsing their sonocodes until the dull gray ceiling grew abruptly fascinating with fishtail swirls of light, and meaning drained out of the universe like dirty water from a sink. And then I was Elsewhere. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 63b7f88 | War is like any other bad relationship. Of course you want out, but at what price? And perhaps more importantly, once you get out, will you be any better off? QUELLCRIST FALCONER Campaign Diaries | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| c65c93f | The eyes, set in jet skin, were a startling pale green. Kadmin had freed himself from conventional perceptions of the physical. In an earlier age, he would have been a shaman; here, the centuries of technology had made him more. An electronic demon, a malignant spirit that dwelled in altered carbon and emerged only to possess flesh and wreak havoc. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 2389d62 | You don't trust me?' 'Now you come to mention it, no. But that isn't it. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 29ae445 | I've talked to the lawyers.' 'Did you disinfect afterwards? | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 3be7cb1 | The storage tubes were racked on heavy chains like torpedoes on either side of us, jacked into a central monitor system at one end of the hold via thick black cables that twisted across the floor like pythons. The monitor unit itself squatted heavily ahead of us like an altar to some unpleasant spider god. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 2d881f2 | Look," she told me one day in a Millsport coffeehouse. "Shopping--actual, physical shopping--could have been phased out centuries ago if they'd wanted it that way." "They who?" "People. Society." She waved a hand impatiently. "Whoever. They had the capacity back then. Mail order, virtual supermarkets, automated debiting systems. It could have been done and it never happened. What does that tell you?" At twenty-two years old, a Marine Corps .. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| f81ff29 | My gaze slipped out past the breakers. The ocean beyond was black and secret, merging seamlessly with the night a scant distance out from the shore. Even the massive bulk of the keeled-over Free Trade Enforcer was hard to make out. I imagined Mary Lou Hinchley hurtling down to her shattering impact with the unyielding water, then slipping broken beneath the swells to be cradled in wait for the sea's predators. How long had she been out ther.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 396f096 | And he remembered then where he was, remembered how he'd come to be there, the years it had taken, and last of all he remembered he was old. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| 0286d62 | The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here--it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin... | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| a0821a9 | You're wrong, Hand," I said quietly. "I'd love to have access to all this shit you believe. I'd love to be able to summon someone who's responsible for this fuckup of a creation. Because then I'd be able to kill them. Slowly." *" -- | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| dc60cd2 | He'd already made her for Kiriath and was backing off like a poet asked to wash dishes. Ringil | Richard K. Morgan |