Dona Crista laughed a bit. "Oh, Pip, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice." I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

Science fiction is about what could be but isn't; fantasy is about what couldn't be.

Ulysses, obviously. It was an elaborate prank, and our supposed intellectual elite continue to fall for it.

Your ego-depletion seems problematically difficult to assuage.

Quing-Jao: I am a slave to the gods, and I rejoice in it. Jane: A slave who rejoices is a slave indeed.

If you asked me to marry you all over again today I'd say yes, said Valentine. And if I had only met you for the first time today, I'd ask.

Before we are citizens, we are children, and it is as children that we come to understand freedom and authority, liberty and duty.