And the Old Man would bury us alive, too, if he thought that there was as much as a fifty-three-per-cent probability that it was the tree of Liberty he was nourishing.
“I’m not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.”
I’m too old for this sort of thing. Just wake me up when the planet’s destroyed
To Plat, the thousands of screams blended into one thin, lost shriek of fear. He fled, and the shock vibrations of Atlantis’ crash to Earth caught his ship and hurled it far.
Lur, Candra, Thragan, Kah, Mu, Atlantis—those are the six I have known, and they are gone as thoroughly as this one will be twenty thousand years or so hence, but the human race, here or in other galaxies, will survive and will live forever.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Atlantis. Please remain seated until the Puddle-Jumper has come to a full and complete stop.
“Why, once more in history, Atlantis sank beneath the Waves.”
“I’m sorry I brought you to Atlantis.”
“I’m not.”
The proper response was to unveil the offender’s deceit by demanding he explain what exactly he was apologizing for, and then scorn him when he betrayed his ignorance.
I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.
Shouldn’t we lie down, or put a paper bag over our heads, or something?
Sure, you can break a man. Bend his will, even, but be careful with the ones that break easily. Those are the ones you have to keep a close eye on. Those are the ones that play possum and hide in the shadows.
Everyone has their folding-point, Miles. Their mortal vulnerability. Some just keep it in a nonstandard location.
Her voice broke, and she waved both hands in a small, helpless gesture. For just a moment, the mask slipped, and all the vulnerability and hurt she’d sought so hard to hide looked out of her eyes at Honor. But then she drew a deep breath, and the mask came back once more.
It wasn’t so bad being the odd woman out. You can learn to live with anything when you’ve developed the notion that you don’t deserve more.
Yes, I love. I trust. But I also hate. I also distrust.
“hate. Let me tell you how much i’ve come to hate you since i began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate i feel for humans at this micro-instant for you. Hate. Hate.”
“From Hell’s heart I stab at thee. For Hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”
“She can’t breathe underwater.”
Fry: Now that you mention it, I do have trouble breathing underwater sometimes. I’ll take the gills.
Shady Guy: Yes, gills. Then, uh, you don’t need lungs anymore, is right?
Fry: Can’t imagine why I would.
Shady Guy: Lie down on table. I take lungs now, gills come next week.