« And when Death comes, wouldn't we be ready, for most of us, to give up all these pages, all this life wasted in fly paws and scribbles, for one more day, a single day fully lived and felt? What price would we writers be willing to pay for this one extra day spent in the company of those we ignored while we were locked in scraping and scribbling during our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation? Would we exchange all these pages for an hour, one hour? All our books in exchange for a real minute? »
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Dan Simmons
Drood |
Dan Simmons
Drood
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« I have always defied sports or outdoor activities that resemble religious beliefs to hear their followers preach. (Pocket, p.23) »
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Dan Simmons
The Dogs of Winter |
Dan Simmons
The Dogs of Winter
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« I'm sick. I have fever, tremors, yesterday all day, I vomited a black bile. The rain is deafening. Orbital mirrors illuminate the top of the clouds all night long. The skies are ablaze. »
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Dan Simmons
Hyperion's Cantos, Volume 1: Hyperion 1 |
Dan Simmons
Hyperion's Cantos, Volume 1: Hyperion 1
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