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Montag, 16. Februar 2015

Happy Birthday Iain M. Banks!

The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn't.

Perdition awaits at the end of a road constructed entirely from good intentions, the devil emerges from the details and hell abides in the small print.

Zakalwe, in all human societies we have ever reviewed, in every age and every state, there has seldom if ever been a shortage of eager young males prepared to kill and die to preserve the security, comfort and prejudices of their elders, and what you call heroism is just an expression of this simple fact; there is never a scarcity of idiots.

The bomb lives only as it is falling.

What's one more meaningless act of violence on that zoo of a planet? It would be appropriate. When in Rome; burn it.

Any theory which causes solipsism to seem just as likely an explanation for the phenomena it seeks to describe ought to be held in the utmost suspicion.

He knew all the answers. Everybody did. Everybody knew everything and everybody knew all the answers. It was just that the enemy seemed to know better ones.

One should never regret one's excesses, only one's failures of nerve.

If this goes badly and I make a crater, I want it named after me!

I had nightmares I thought were really horrible until I woke up and remembered what reality was at the moment.

Reason shapes the future, but superstition infects the present.

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

I had nightmares I thought were really horrible until I woke up and remembered what reality was at the moment.

Look on the happy side, think of the good things. Hadn't it been clever? Yes, it had.

Us with our busy, busy little lives, finding no better way to pass our years than in competitive disdain.

The Idirans themselves had evolved on their planet Idir as the top monster from a whole planetful of monsters.

You need to read more science fiction. Nobody who reads science fiction comes out with this crap about the end of history.

Empathize with stupidity and you're halfway to thinking like an idiot.

Fuck every cause that ends in murder and children crying.

I just think people overvalue argument because they like to hear themselves talk.

It's a library, only the stupid or the evil are afraid of those.

People were always sorry. Sorry they had done what they had done, sorry they were doing what they were doing, sorry they were going to do what they were going to do; but they still did whatever it is. The sorrow never stopped them; it just made them feel better. And so the sorrow never stopped.

It was the day my grandmother exploded.

People can be teachers and idiots; they can be philosophers and idiots; they can be politicians and idiots... in fact I think they have to be... a genius can be an idiot. The world is largely run for and by idiots; it is no great handicap in life and in certain areas is actually a distinct advantage and even a prerequisite for advancement.

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