I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Courage is the complement of fear. A man who is fearless cannot be courageous. [He is also a fool.]
It’ll fight if it has to, but it’s vulnerable out in the open. If it takes us over, then it has no more enemies, nobody left to kill it. And then it’s won.
Once your secrets are out in the open, you don’t have to hide behind them anymore.
You might as well get your Partners now. I’ll let the Scanner know we’re ready to go into the Up-and-Out.
Up, up and awaaaayyyyy!
Great Rao!
“Goodness’ Sakes!” said Elsie, his wife of twenty-three years. “What can that be?”
“I expect that’s Elmer, out by the creek. He came in last week and asked if he could blast on the place.”
Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now you have a cooties shot.
Every time we killed a thousand Bugs at a cost of one M.I. it was a net victory for the Bugs. We were learning, expensively, just how efficient a total communism can be when used by a people actually adapted to it by evolution; the Bug commisars didn’t care any more about expending soldiers than we cared about expending ammo. Perhaps we could have figured this out about the Bugs by noting the grief the Chinese Hegemony gave the Russo-Anglo-American Alliance; however the trouble with ‘lessons from history’ is that we usually read them best after falling flat on our chins.
The universe is full of dead people who lived by assumption.
Janet smiled, and said from the island of her chair, trying to smile at him and Stackpole, “I’m sure that everything will work.”
The Island is real. It’s us.
Ha ha ha, you think this is the real Quaid? It is!
“I’m not schizophrenic. A little manic-depressive, maybe.”
“Know thyself.”
“We try, sir.”
What do you say we try a hot dog?
I need about ten thousand calories a day, so…
“They weren’t allowed into range, Citizen Secretary. They utilized stealth systems far in advance of anything we have—and far more capable than any LAC should mount as on-board systems—to intercept before anyone could have detected them. And once in range, they used energy weapons of unprecedented power. Powerful enough to burn through a battleship’s sidewall.”
“To some people, that might sound like just a good excuse for bad behaviour.”
“And perhaps they would be right. Maybe that is all it is. But if nothing else, at least we need an excuse; think how many people need none at all.”
Uh, excuse me, sir, I, uh, don’t know how to tell you this, but you were, uh, three minutes late.