A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
Well, “Your Majesty”, let’s see how good you really are.
“You tell me where my suit is woman! We are talking the greater good!”
“I am your wife! I am the greatest ‘good’ you are ever gonna get.”
You are magnificent, you really are. But I’ve gotta tell you, your timing is so bad, one more day and I wouldn’t have given you another thought.
I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one.
Let’s get a polygraph down here, I wanna know if he means it!
I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.
“No problem, then. I gather Raven is one of those techie types–business goes right over his head.” How provincial was this fellow Wing? Raven was from Jackson’s Whole, where the Deal was art, science, war, and survival till dawn.
You can fill out a questionnaire when you join but it’s not really necessary, because I already know everything about you I need to know. You’ll need a camera, though.
Because payment is in cat pictures.
But for all that, Black Rock Clan, like most treecat clans, kept largely to itself. There were no two-legs living in Black Rock’s immediate vicinity, and so there was no one to tell the People what had happened in the black emptiness so far beyond their sky.
And perhaps that was just as well. At least none of the People realized what was about to happen.
"Dear Karen,
“Yep, it’s me after all these years. And oh, Karen! I’ve found some more of the People! Remember how much you wished you knew if any other Groups besides yours had survived the Crossing?”
Your eyes! Your hair! Your skin! I’ve never seen one like you before. You are beautiful!
Looks like love at first sight to me.
I’ve never seen a five hundred year old man before.
THE 2,000-YEAR-OLD MAN’S SECRETS OF LONGEVITY 1. Don’t run for a bus - there’ll always be another. 2. Never, ever touch fried food. 3. Stay out of a Ferrari or any other small Italian car. 4. Eat fruit - a nectarine - even a rotten plum is good.
“How old are you, Charley?”
“I’ve given up counting the years. Don’t look so glum! What’s suddenly worrying you? You’re a cheerful man, Greybeard; don’t start fretting about the future.”
I know nothing of God, or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that will damn or save my soul. And as far as I know, after four hundred years, I am the oldest living vampire in the world.
"Vampire! Vampire! Inbound missiles, bearing zero-three-zero zero-zero-two from Grayson One!"
“So the androids think he’s dead and the Doctor escapes.”
“No. He’s the Doctor. He fell into a nest of vampire monkeys. But that’s another story!”
A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.