For such people the consummate act of moral clarity was a lynching or a suicide bombing, a fatwa or a pogrom. And they were ascendant now, rising like dark stars over a terminal landscape .
Robert Charles WilsonWe're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.
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 WilsonI suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.
Robert Charles Wilson