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So it’s a good thing Connie sent me with a list, because otherwise I might wind up bewildered and wandering the aisles until I wasted away to a haint.
Elizabeth Bear -
The older he got, the simpler the world was revealed to be.
Elizabeth Bear
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Rudeness is a weak person's imitation of strength.
Elizabeth Bear -
I heard that, too. Nope. I’m an animal behaviorist. Here to assess recent changes in communication patterns. You in whale processing?
Elizabeth Bear -
I don’t believe in God. She drops by once in a while and we argue about it. Now can you stop yammering on with your questions long enough for us to steal a few horses?
Elizabeth Bear -
Her neural pattern must remain intact for the time being, as it was still necessary that she stay herself. Changes to her identity would eventually become inevitable, but those would have to wait until she no longer needed the cloak of who she was.
Elizabeth Bear -
The words were low, more shape than breath.
Elizabeth Bear -
The world stood pinned on two thorns. One was ugliness. One was beauty. The truth did not lie in the middle or at either extreme. The truth encompassed both.
Elizabeth Bear
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Our earth was just one thin example of what was possible, and because it was possible, this history was inevitable.
Elizabeth Bear -
If there was one vice his old masters could smell out from a thousand li away, it was thinking too well of yourself. Or the other form of vanity that was thinking too little.
Elizabeth Bear -
There’s value in work you enjoy, or that serves a need. There’s no value in work for its own sake.
Elizabeth Bear -
I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.
Elizabeth Bear -
Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.
Elizabeth Bear -
Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it.
Elizabeth Bear
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If you could disagree with kings, were gods so far above?
Elizabeth Bear -
As any parent can tell you, it’s better to keep your mouth shut and your eyes open when you go looking for kids who are being unreasonably quiet. They’re probably doing something they don’t want you to see, and if they hear you coming, they’ll hide the evidence.
Elizabeth Bear -
The kiss tasted of bitter sleep, the sourness of the wine. Something brought by each of them.
Elizabeth Bear -
We must create our children alive and fragile and pulsing with the hot blood that is so easy, so terribly easy to spill.
Elizabeth Bear -
...one must come to the understanding in the end that one was always insufficiently practiced, and yet one must sometimes act anyway. Practice itself was an act.
Elizabeth Bear -
I liked her scowl and I liked her freedom to wear it.
Elizabeth Bear
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No one is making me say this. No one is making me tell this story. Nobody’s ever been much good at making me say anything I hadn’t already made up my mind to say.
Elizabeth Bear -
How will you know that you love, if there is no terror of losing? Is it love at all, if there is no risk? If it is safe?
Elizabeth Bear -
I don’t have any control over what memories I get, when I get them. Except every single one of them is something I would have rather forgotten.
Elizabeth Bear -
You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.
Elizabeth Bear