Redshirts
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Making people change because you can’t deal with who they are isn’t how it’s supposed to be done. What needs to be done is for people to pull their heads out of their asses. You say ‘cure.’ I hear ‘you’re not human enough.
Rich people show their appreciation through favors. When everyone you know has more money than they know what to do with, money stops being a useful transactional tool. So instead you offer favors. Deals. Quid pro quos. Things that involve personal involvement rather than money. Because when you're that rich, your personal time is your limiting factor.
Which is why Mom, when she’s being indiscreet, refers to the trophy room as the “vet’s office.” Because that’s where Dad brings people to take their balls.
When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.
I’ve been told my liminal space is like the dark of the grave. But I think of it as the dark from the other end of life entirely. The dark of everything ahead, not everything behind.
Did she tell you I set puppies on fire, too?” Vann asked. “She did not,” I said. “It may have been implied.
She was old and crankily conservative in the way only old liberals could be.
The diagnostic said there was nothing wrong with the threep, which may have meant there was something wrong with the diagnostic.
It's not an effective protest if it's not pissing people off.
It’s not spam if you agree to it,” Tony said. “They just won’t have much of a choice.
You say ‘cure.’ I hear ‘you’re not human enough.
I find it comforting,” Bell said. “It reminds me of the womb. They say we don’t remember what it is like to be there, but I don’t believe that. I think deep inside we always know. It’s why children burrow under blankets and cats push their heads into your elbow when they sit beside you. I’ve not had those experiences myself, but I know why they happen. I’ve been told my liminal space is like the dark of the grave. But I think of it as the dark from the other end of life entirely. The dark of everything ahead, not everything behind.
Really really really difficult," Tony allowed. "But theoretically possible because, hey, it's a quantum physics universe.
So all of it—local and archived data—went up with the lab building.” Vann glanced over to me with an expression that I suspect meant these people were sloppy.
Heads could be heavily customized, and a lot of younger Hadens did that. But for adults with serious jobs, that was déclassé, which was another clue to Schwartz’s likely social standing.
Do any of the private companies send reps or IT guys here?
I love her more than I actually express in words—an irony for a writer—and am every day genuinely amazed I get to spend my life with her.
Sani's family lived in a well-kept double-wide in an otherwise less-than-spiff trailer park outside of Sawmill.
Simply put, she was the one who had to put up with me. That she did so with love and patience and encouragement instead of strangling me, throwing my remains into a wood chipper, and then pretending she had never been married to me at all is a testament to the fact that she is, in fact, the single best person I know.
Then: “What time is it in Arizona?” “It’s two hours behind here, so about eight thirty,” I said. “Maybe. Arizona is weird about time zones.
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