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You smoke?"
"Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?

If I know anything about stack engineers, they'll weld down the lid on your remote stack faster than politicians leaving a war zone.

There's a lot of young authors out there, and people do seem to forget: in order to write well, you do need to have some experience.

If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry.

There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.

I lay still for a while, picking up the scattered garments of my mind and trying to assemble some kind of reasonable outfit from them.

Reality is so flexible these days, it's hard to tell who's disconnected from it and who isn't. You might even say it's a pointless distinction.

I've been accused countless times of writing gloomy futures. But to me, the texture of my sci-fi just feels like an extrapolation of current trends.

The human eye is a wonderful device. With a little effort, it can fail to see even the most glaring injustice.

Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough.

A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.

I'm Kristin Ortega, Organic Damage Division. Bancroft was my case.

Running away just makes your arse a bigger target.

Hand over your responses to the man who triggers them, and you have already lost the battle for self. Look beyond, and find yourself there instead.

We're more than what we do.

Religion is funny stuff, and it has unpredictable effects on those who use it.

Two of them drifted over to intercept me with the easy calm of big cats that have been fed recently.

Good authors mature over time: it does take awhile.

I think by definition you need to have lived a little bit to write anything that's humanly true.

Or maybe that was just the swiftly gathering sense of motion that had me now, the drug-like grip of a decision taken and what it meant.

I walked beside the woman I had killed last week and tried to hold up my end of a conversation about cats. There

The overwhelming impression I got was that if there was a line of least resistance in life, this face had never been along it.

He storms down in savage joy, to meet all the waiting blades and hate.

Yes, and had your hotel proved slightly less psychotic, matters would never have got as far out of hand as they have.

Rumor ran in the slum streets of Trelayne like sewage in the gutters, mingled and colorful in its contents, but mostly shit.

'Syndicate' is technically the first game I worked on.

The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet.

Everyone's afraid of what they don't understand, Ringil said quietly.

Wealth, in his experience, was not something the people who had it were at all keen to see trickling anywhere.

What others believe is not my concern, unless they attempt to force it on me.

When they ask how I died, tell them: still angry.

Pull on the new flesh like borrowed gloves
and burn your fingers once again.

It's amazing how constant repetition can make even the most obvious truths irritating enough to disagree with.

These are pious, clean-living men, worshipping at the temple of their own bodies."
"Hmm. Sounds distinctly erotic.

Potential, and the will to deploy it. That's all magic is in the end, you know.

There are no alternatives. You live with what is. And you don't let your ghosts rent room in your head.

The priest I didn't talk to at all, because I didn't want to have to hide his body afterward.

The laugh tagged on the end of it is forced as well. I smile fractionally. Edged with old pain, but there's a strange comfort to the way it hurts.

I have so little patience with the whole Y.A. book thing. As far as I'm concerned, you either read books for children or you read books for adults.

There are some arenas so corrupt that the only clean acts possible are nihilistic.

There were always the stories, of course, the war legends, but who - other than himself, in Jhesh's tavern, increasingly wearily - still told those?

Well, fuck them.
Make it personal.

Every skill must be practised. Every act rehearsed. A blade is only a blade when it cuts.

And though, finally, they would bring him down with sheer weight of numbers, none who heard him ask that question lived to see the dawn.

Culture is like a smog. To live
within it, you must breathe some of it in and, inevitably, be
contaminated.

Most people don't like to think things through. Too much effort. They'd rather have the edited visceral highlights.

I remember visits to the local libraries and getting my own library cards as things of rite-of-passage significance.

So where the fuck are you, Isaac? I can hear your breathing, I just need to see you so I can stop it.

Worse fates than being forced into a place where your choice of acts is limited to those where your soul burns brightest.

We all get our dreams stamped on from time to time, right? And if it didn't hurt, what kind of second-rate dreams would they be?

The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning ...

We live in bloodbath times ... and looks like tonight is bath night.

DISAPPOINTMENT IS A SLOW POISON.

No way. You won't catch Notley working weekends. Calls it the American disease, working all the hours God sends you.

It has been a messy week, and I blame myself as much as anyone else. I feel like a behaviourist who has designed her rat's maze poorly.

He'd already made her for Kiriath and was backing off like a poet asked to wash dishes. Ringil

Strange how you could become a man's god without noticing.

His eyes rolled in their sockets like a panicked horse's.

Make it personal.

You'll always have morons like that, swallowing belief patterns whole so they don't have to think for themselves.

The tongues of men are not much leashed by concerns for accuracy or truth.

Evolutionary theory informs our understanding of some frankly inexcusable social behavior and renders it perfectly normal.

Catholics get on well with tyranny. It's in the culture.

People are sheep, Ringil raged. Moronic fucking sheep.

In the Envoy Corps, you take what is offered, Virginia Vidaura said, somewhere in the corridors of my memory. And that must sometimes be enough.

It was the single forgiving phrase in the syntax of weaponry I had strapped about me. The rest were unequivocal sentences of death.

I came quite late to gaming: I didn't start playing until 2002.

They named me Kristin after some whale scientist in Australia, worked on the original translation team.