Tag: neal_stephenson

Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
All of it made noise that merged together into a mad grind
They appeared to be celebrating something
Working late hours?
You and I are but earth
But naturally, Cap’n – we’re all in a panic, don’t you see?
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
Damn me, I’d almost forgotten about that old thing
What can he possibly be thinking
It was a sincere request for information
What if Newton was right, and all the others wrong?
Nothing here is going according to plan
Do you have any idea why I’m different?
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
We decided to see if we could make ourselves motionless
Boys and girls get the same treatment, like it or not
We could help one another through it
They won’t just come out and say, …
… and no one is allowed to see the whole picture
I slept most of the afternoon and woke up feeling terrible
Now something funny happened inside of my head
Colorful insects flew around
That remembered image was all I had to go on
The place began to hum and rumble
A few hundred people lived here, at least in the summer
People came here to hunt in the autumn
Thinking is a physical process that goes on in your nerve tissue
There was a lot he didn’t know, …
… but nothing he was afraid to ask about, …
… and ask about, and ask about, …
… until he understood it perfectly
You always end up with the same answer
The roadside ditches were full of jumpweed and slashberry
The light from above was emerald-colored at first
Words have this remarkable property of possessing specific meanings
Our only media are chalk, ink and stone
Interpretation isn’t my department
The secrecy of the confessional has not been violated
Ares always reemerges from the chaos
I was trained as an astronomer
A big slap of memory floats up to the surface
A man with a phone clamped between his ear and his shoulder
At this moment they are supremely vulnerable
The man in the backseat has a very large head
The boulder is in place three days later
Trees do not naturally sprout from lakes
A wild hollering noise reaches his ears through the open window
He hangs around and makes a nuisance of himself
I think we should form a secret conspiracy
I can provide secure lines of communication