Simon Hedge > Simon's Quotes

“Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“the whole purpose of civilization is to take the surprises out of life, so one can be bored to death”
― Murray Leinster, The Pirates of Ersatz

“The street finds its own uses for things.”
― William Gibson

“It doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books.”
― Jo Walton, Among Others

“If you love books enough, books will love you back.”
― Jo Walton, Among Others

“There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.”
― Brian Aldiss

“Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.”
― Isaac Asimov, Foundation

“Science fiction is a field of writing where, month after month, every printed word implies to hundreds of thousands of people: 'There is change. Look, today's fantastic story is tomorrow's fact.”
― Van Vogt a.E

“When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool you end up looking like a moron instead.”
― Robin Hobb, Assassin's Apprentice

“It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.”
― W.G. Sebald, Vertigo

“It was a world ruled these days by the gun, the guitar, and the needle, sexier than sex, where the good right hand had become the male's primary sexual organ...”
― Michael Moorcock

“Don't you sometimes wish that you had been born into the Age of Reason, instead of into the Age of the Ostensible Reason?”
― John Wyndham, The Kraken Wakes

“Failure.
That is a word so little to our taste that many think it a virtue to claim that they never admit it. But blind stupidity is not one of the virtues; it is a weakness...”
― John Wyndham, The Kraken Wakes

“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“Great land of sublimated things, thou World of Books, happy asyluum, refreshment and refuge from the world of everyday! . . .”
― H.G. Wells, The History of Mr. Polly