Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!
Dr. Welch tossed off the cocktail. “Why, you poor simpleton, you flunked him.”
It’s better than scraping through with fifty-one percent at the second attempt.
It is said that the more flaws you have, the more human you are. Have I told you how very human you are?
Moreover, though I appeared visually similar to Homo sapiens, my composition was entirely different. I had numerous glands not found in humans; my basic internal organs (heart, lungs, and stomach) were arranged differently from Earthlings; even my bones were unique, and their attachments to various muscles deviated greatly from the Terran standard. I was, Havel said, a vastly different species from humans, structurally as well as chemically… but my nonhuman parts were assembled in such a way that I looked “morphologically human” on the outside.
He’s more machine now than man. His mind is twisted and evil.
I don’t know. How did Beethoven hear the Ninth Symphony in his head before he wrote it down? The brain’s a pretty good computer, too, isn’t it?
This is no computer. This is my archenemy.
Why does the tall man have a furry face?
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
Choose the word that would best describe your pain: burning, throbbing, piercing, pinching, biting, stinging, shooting…
The pain stopped immediately. That’s what happens when a bunch of neurons get devoured and replaced by spores.
“You’re a mirror image Sarah!”
Apparently, some sort of transposition has taken place. I find it… extremely interesting.
All your people must learn before you can reach for the stars.
Here is a fact about space travel: it is very very boring. I greatly enjoyed the excitement of escaping implacable foes… but once I got away, there was nothing to see but stars, stars, stars. Some of the stars were no doubt galaxies; others might have been planets, or comets, or incandescent space butterflies singing of life in the sun; but they all looked like stars, and I have seen stars before.
There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.
It’s at the end of an arm. It must be a hand.
The book awoke something dark in the woods, something evil. It took Linda. Then it came after me - it got into my hand and it went bad, so I lopped it off at the wrist.
This must be the biographies. I love biographies.