A paradox can be para-doctored.
I am Dead, but it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to live with it.
Come I from Heaven or hell, Zat Arras, you will find me still the same John Carter that I have always been; nor did ever man call me such names and live–without apologizing.
Zathras is used to being beast of burden to other people’s needs. Very sad life… probably have very sad death, but at least there is symmetry.
For ten years, the war raged. For ten years, the armies of men and Alfar fought and died. But as our numbers dwindled, we knew that it was only a matter of time. Our fate had been written. At least, that is what we believed…until you died.
Can I dream?
*"Face it, freak. You found the whole thing completely thrilling. Best sex you ever had in your life—ever dreamed of—not that you’ve had all that much sex to compare it to, but still . . .
Pervert! Admit it, Cachat! You loved every minute of it! Every second!"*
Are congratulations in order?
“The Promotions Board, the General Board of Admiralty, the First Space Lord, the First Lord of the Admiralty, the Prime Minister of Manticore, and the Queen have all reached the same conclusions; the chairman of the Military Affairs Committee assures Duke Cromarty that the promotion will be duly approved; and you are not allowed to argue with us. Is that understood?”
As you’ve no doubt noticed, you are quite the exemplary model of modern science, young lady.
Yes, thank you. I looked in the mirror this morning.
Never fire a laser at a mirror.
Eat hot photons laser breath! Eat hot photons now!
I don’t go around gratuitously shooting people and then bragging about it afterwards in seedy space-rangers bars, like some cops I could mention!
Floppin’ up booze in a north corner booth was an old man they called Captain Jed, 'cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope, a ship, that like him, was half dead.
It’s the hardest-working liver in the galaxy, Morty, and now it has a hole in it.
For instant replacement of your ruined digestive system, for a young healthy heart, for a whole liver when you’d ruined yours with alcohol … you had to go to an organlegger.
And fingerprinting was just coming into its own in 1903, but there was a murder involving an extracted liver.
“What this is all about, Tim, is that somebody else was registered with your genetic marker number. Which, so far as anyone knows, doesn’t ever happen. At least, I’ve never heard of Manpower duplicating numbers.”
Capricorn 15’s. Born 2244. Enter the Carousel. This is the time of renewal.