Speculative Fiction Quotes

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Madeleine L'Engle
“At Tara in this fateful hour,
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place,
By God's almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness!”
Madeleine L'Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet

E.J. Stevens
“Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.”
E.J. Stevens, Spirit Storm

Daniel O'Malley
“And the minibar in my hotel room was mysteriously emptied."
"By arcane forces beyond the understanding of normal human beings?" asked Myfanwy as she sifted through the in-box. It was the sort of question you learned to ask automatically when you worked with the Checquy.
"No, it was me," admitted Shantay without a shred of embarrassment.”
Daniel O'Malley, The Rook

“The only one everlasting love is the unrealized one. The love to this thing that you’d never had. Behind it is hidden the love to your own ego and feelings.”
Alexandar Tomov, Unexpected Tales from the Ends of the Earth

Robert Jackson Bennett
“Humans are strange. … They value punishment because they think it means their actions are important—that they are important. … it's vanity.”
Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs

Bob Bello
“The sky is the limit only for those who aren't afraid to fly!”
Bob Bello, Sci-Fi Almanac, 2010

Aberjhani
“Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed.
Must hearts forever suffer
from ignorance and greed?
Can bombs heal our souls
or set our spirits free?”
Aberjhani, Songs from the Black Skylark zPed Music Player

Laura van den Berg
“Is there any greater mystery than the separateness of each person?”
Laura van den Berg, Find Me

Teri Louise Kelly
“Funny, they made this new genre called Speculative Fiction, I thought all fiction had always been speculative.”
Teri Louise Kelly

Ashim Shanker
“Sound waves, regardless of their frequency or intensity, can only be detected by the Mole Fly’s acute sense of smell—it is a little known fact that the Mole Fly’s auditory receptors do not, in fact, have a corresponding center in the brain designated for the purposes of processing sensory stimuli and so, these stimuli, instead of being siphoned out as noise, bypass the filters to be translated, oddly enough, by the part of the brain that processes smell. Consequently, the Mole Fly’s brain, in its inevitable confusion, understands sound as an aroma, rendering the boundary line between the auditory and olfactory sense indistinguishable.

Sounds, thus, come in a variety of scents with an intensity proportional to its frequency. Sounds of shorter wavelength, for example, are particularly pungent. What results is a species of creature that cannot conceptualize the possibility that sound and smell are separate entities, despite its ability to discriminate between the exactitudes of pitch, timbre, tone, scent, and flavor to an alarming degree of precision. Yet, despite this ability to hyper-analyze, they lack the cognitive skill to laterally link successions of either sound or smell into a meaningful context, resulting in the equivalent of a data overflow.
And this may be the most defining element of the Mole Fly’s behavior: a blatant disregard for the context of perception, in favor of analyzing those remote and diminutive properties that distinguish one element from another. While sensory continuity seems logical to their visual perception, as things are subject to change from moment-to-moment, such is not the case with their olfactory sense, as delays in sensing new smells are granted a degree of normality by the brain. Thus, the Mole Fly’s olfactory-auditory complex seems to be deprived of the sensory continuity otherwise afforded in the auditory senses of other species. And so, instead of sensing aromas and sounds continuously over a period of time—for example, instead of sensing them 24-30 times per second, as would be the case with their visual perception—they tend to process changes in sound and smell much more slowly, thereby preventing them from effectively plotting the variations thereof into an array or any kind of meaningful framework that would allow the information provided by their olfactory and auditory stimuli to be lasting in their usefulness.

The Mole flies, themselves, being the structurally-obsessed and compulsive creatures that they are, in all their habitual collecting, organizing, and re-organizing of found objects into mammoth installations of optimal functional value, are remarkably easy to control, especially as they are given to a rather false and arbitrary sense of hierarchy, ascribing positions—that are otherwise trivial, yet necessarily mundane if only to obscure their true purpose—with an unfathomable amount of honor, to the logical extreme that the few chosen to serve in their most esteemed ranks are imbued with a kind of obligatory arrogance that begins in the pupal stages and extends indefinitely, as they are further nurtured well into adulthood by a society that infuses its heroes of middle management with an immeasurable sense of importance—a kind of celebrity status recognized by the masses as a living embodiment of their ideals. And yet, despite this culture of celebrity worship and vicarious living, all whims and impulses fall subservient, dropping humbly to the knees—yes, Mole Flies do, in fact, have knees!—before the grace of the merciful Queen, who is, in actuality, just a puppet dictator installed by the Melic papacy, using an old recycled Damsel fly-fishing lure. The dummy is crude, but convincing, as the Mole flies treat it as they would their true-born queen.”
Ashim Shanker, Don't Forget to Breathe

“It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath”
Cynthia Willerth, A Matter of Honor

Margaret Atwood
“In the desert there is no sign that says, 'Thou shalt not eat stones.”
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

Olga Ravn
“It’s me and it’s not me at the same time. I’ve had to change completely in order to assimilate this new part that you say is also me. Which is flesh and yet not flesh. When I woke up after the operation I felt scared, but that soon wore off. Now I’m performing better than anyone. I’m a very useful tool to the crew. It gives me a certain position. The only thing I haven’t been able to get used to yet are the dreams. I dream that there’s nothing where the add-on is. That the add-on has detached itself, or perhaps was never a part of me. That it possesses a deep-seated antipathy towards me. That it hovers in the air above me and then starts to attack. When I wake up from one of these dreams, the add-on aches a bit, and it feels as though I’ve got two: one where it’s supposed to be, and, floating just above it, another one that can’t be seen with the naked eye, but which comes into being in the darkness where I sleep, arising out of my sleep.”
Olga Ravn, De ansatte

“Man is strange: despite his feats of scientific and societal progress, his search for the best the earth has to offer, his construction of skyscrapers, his control over the diseases that used to wipe us out, and his escape from the short life that used to define his existence on earth, here he is, still prisoner to ideologies able to move him from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye.”
Fadi Zaghmout, جنّة على الأرض

Jeanne G'Fellers
“Stowne leaned in to kiss her, their mouth warm, soft as fine sand and still smiling.”
Jeanne G'Fellers, Cleaning House

Anne Rice
“Their lives are interconnected like thorny vines forever circling and recircling the same tree. Your life might have nothing to do with their bitter struggle.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Jeanne G'Fellers
“To deal is to sacrifice. To deal well is to be Hunter. To deal at whatver cost, for what your heart most desires is to love.”
Jeanne G'Fellers, Keeping House

Amal El-Mohtar
“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.”
Amal El-Mohtar, The Starlit Wood

Anne Rice
“She was introspective when drunk, did a lot of singing and writing and dancing about during such periods, and demanded to be left alone.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“I had given myself over to the religion, insofar as I could, be abandoned to anything.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“The humming of the birds was becoming hypnotic, and again there came a low hiss of rain.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“Her hair was pulled back to a bun on the back of her head. She was so beautiful she didn’t need any makeup, but she had put some dark-violet eye shadow on her eyelashes and a dark color, like violet, too, I think on her lips. I knew that dark violet meant trouble.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“Now I remarked a little while ago that I wanted the Talamasca to envelop her in fantasy, to give her everything she should desire.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“It was all entirely understandable, but Aaron had a near magical effect upon people in such states, and he soon quieted her with his words, while Mary assisted when she could.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“When you call on les mystéres you don’t always know what you’re going to get.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“There were so many of us, bound together by love, in the Talamasca, and each one is a special case.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

Anne Rice
“How many times have you, the magician, reached out for the lonely soul? You have no right to call those between life and death.”
Anne Rice, Merrick

“Time is the great equalizer for all things. No one has more of it in a day than anyone else.”
MC Pollack, The Rings of Time - The Early Years Revised

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