Evolution can't be predicted, Julian used to tell me; it's a scattershot business; it fires, but it doesn't aim.
Robert Charles WilsonGoddamn you," Jacob said. "There's no damnation, Jacob. No Heaven but the forest and no God but the hive.
Robert Charles WilsonAh, books." Ziegler, smiling, came up behind me. "They bob like corks on an ocean. Float between worlds, messages in bottles.
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.
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