Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crรจche, learning to respect but never yield to. Pain was simply a message, telling him which limbs he could still use to slaughter his enemies, how far he could still run, and what his chances were in the next battle.
Paolo BacigalupiThe main reason I want someone to read a story of mine is so they can enjoy it and feel like they got something interesting out of it.
Paolo BacigalupiMost of the news about the state of the environment is pretty ugly. This is frightening for me personally, but actually motivational for me artistically.
Paolo BacigalupiWe write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.
Paolo Bacigalupi