Speak to me only in Science Fiction

ninja’d now the quote doesn’t fit.

“I’ll take you home again, Kathleen!”

“Your money and ambition paved the way,” said the man from Mars, “but sentiment was the vital factor that sent me to you. You see – I wanted to go home.”

Phone home.

Greetings. This is a recorded announcement as we are all out at the moment. The Commercial Council of Magrathea thanks you for your esteemed visit but regrets that the entire planet is temporarily closed. If you would like to leave your name and a planet where you can be contacted, kindly do so at the tone.

Six thousand million kilometers beyond the orbit of Pluto, Karellen sat before a suddenly darkened screen. The record was complete, the mission ended; he was homeward bound for the world he had left so long ago. The weight of centuries was upon him, and a sadness that no logic could dispel. He did not mourn for Man: his sorrow was for his own race, forever barred from greatness by forces it could not overcome.

“He’s spending a year dead for tax reasons.”

Longer than you think, Dad! Longer than you think!

Time has resumed its shape. All is as it was before. Many such journeys are possible. Let me be your gateway.

Prepare your mind for a new scale of physical scientific values, gentlemen.

You can either fight alongside me or get CRUSHED UNDER MY HEEL, but you WILL NOT stand in my way!

You really think you can do all that bullshit you just said?

Whoa.

Eat hot photons, laser breath. Eat hot photons now!

Technically, ImpSec personnel on duty were not supposed to eat anything but ImpSec-issued rations, to avoid any attacks through ingestible drugs or poisons.

Welcome to Barrayar, son. Here you go: have a world of wealth and poverty, wrenching change and rooted history. Have a birth; have two. Have a name. Miles means “soldier,” but don’t let the power of suggestion overwhelm you. Have a twisted form in a society that loathes and fears the mutations that have been its deepest agony. Have a title, wealth, power, and all the hatred and envy they will draw. Have your body ripped apart and re-arranged. Inherit an array of friends and enemies you never made. Have a grandfather from hell. Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn’t going to supply it. Always be a moving target. Live. Live. Live.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost… in time… like… tears… in rain. Time… to die.

Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime… but at least after death, you’re not nauseous.

A million deaths were not enough for Yueh!

Pathetic earthlings… who can save you now?