Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.

You can't see the future, there's no such thing. It's all bets. You'll never get the same answer from two seers. But that doesn't mean either of them's wrong.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

It had not been a long journey, but the memory of it filled her like an infection. She had felt tethered by time to the city behind her, so that the minutes stretched out taut as she moved away, and slowed the farther she got, dragging out her little voyage.

Personally I don't like it when writers become excessively proscriptive about the way that people read their books.

While yes we can both agree the sudden recovery of this footage smells not a little, and that we appear to be bits of tinfoil-on-string to some malevolent government kitten, yes yes yes but, Borlu, however they've come by this evidence, this is the correct decision.

A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.