You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing matters.
Robert Charles WilsonI loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it was at least a plausible imitation, a convincing substitute.
Robert Charles WilsonThe conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.
Robert Charles WilsonSome pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!
Robert Charles Wilson