Oh, you beautiful babes from England, for whom we have traveled through time… Will you go to the Prom with us in San Dimas? We will have a most triumphant time.
Life is full of little surprises. Time travel is full of big ones.
"“Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them embedded in their future.”
“Yes. Err…no. Maybe. Let me try again. I used to be you, and now I’m seven weeks older and I’m me, but that doesn’t mean you have to end up like me. In fact, I’m here so that you can work with me to make sure that the conditions that resulted in me don’t happen to you.”
“It sounds like I learn to babble like an idiot in the future.”
The past is made out of facts… I guess the future is just hope.
Yes, we know
It’s nothing new
It’s just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
Our world is doing fine
Another toy
That helped destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan
Assuming it wasn’t all part of some incredible, insane disinformation effort, the Mesan Alignment had been working on its master plan for the better part of six hundred T-years without anyone’s having suspected what was happening.
Can’t count on no miracles. Sometimes, you just got to have a plan.
All human plans [are] subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate, or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind the Universe.
MAXIM 17: The longer everything goes according to plan, the bigger the impending disaster.
In that case, there never had been two notebooks. The one he had now would
become, after being taken through the Gate to a point ten years in the past, the
notebook from which he had copied it. They were simply different segments of the
same physical process, manipulated by means of the Gate to run concurrently, side
by side, for a certain length of time.
He says the Gate only sends things through in one piece.
The maneuvering display blinked again, and for an instant no one had ever been able to measure, HMS Hexapuma ceased to exist. One moment she was seven light-hours from the Star Kingdom’s capital planet; the next moment, she was four light-years from a G2 star named Lynx . . . and just over seven light-centuries from Manticore.
The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.
“What’s in the box?”
“Pain.”
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain.
But take a person with one-in-a-million skin and bone structure, add professional makeup and retouching, and you’re no longer looking at beauty in its natural form. You’ve got pharmaceutical-grade beauty, the cocaine of good looks.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
People are more than just the way they look.
Marcussoon! Marcusson, you were right! You were right. People are alike. People are alike everywhere.