Spin (Spin, #1)

by Robert Charles Wilson

tables. “If the world doesn’t come to an end in the next thirty or forty years,” he said, “we may be facing disaster.”

Where would you rather spend eternity? In an earthly paradise or a sterile laboratory?” The answer didn’t seem as clear-cut to me as it evidently did to Simon. I recalled Mark Twain’s reply to a similar question: Heaven, for the climate. Hell, for the company.

I told her names were like clothes: either you wore them or they wore you.

“There are so many kinds of time. The time by which we measure our lives. Months and years. Or the big time, the time that raises mountains and makes stars. Or all the things that happen between one heartbeat and the next. It’s hard to live in all those kinds of time. Easy to forget that you live in all of them.”