26 abr. 2015

Mis Subrayados

 -Elric at the End of Time, por Michael Moorcock

“They dispossessed the bodiless vampire goat-folk of Kia,” explained Werther. “Who, in turn, destroyed— or thought they destroyed—the Grash-Tu-Xem, a race of Old Ones older than any Old Ones except the Elder Old Ones of Ancient Thriss.”
==========


The idea of freedom is such a nebulous one, isn’t it? Most of the time when angry people are speaking of ‘freedom’ what they are actually asking for is much simpler—respect. Do those in authority or those with power ever really respect those who do not have power?” He paused. “Or do they mean ‘power’ and not ‘freedom.’ Or are they the same …?”
==========


Elric is a thief who believes himself robbed, a lover who hates love. In short, he cannot be sure of the truth of anything, not even of his own emotions or ambitions.
==========


I, while the gods laugh, the world’s vortex am; Maelstrom of passions in that hidden sea, Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me, And in small compass the dark waters cram.
==========



-The Long War, por Terry Pratchett y Stephen Baxter.

"(Godzillabytes: Nelson had an irrational dislike of ‘petabytes’, the recognized term for a particular, and particularly large, wodge of data. Anything that sounded like a kitten’s gentle nip just didn’t have the moxie to do the job asked of it. ‘Godzillabytes’, on the other hand, shouted to the world that it was dealing with something very, very big . . . and possibly dangerous.)"
==========

‘You’re very cynical.’ ‘Joshua, cynicism is the only reasonable response to the antics of humanity. Especially on the Datum.’
==========


...do the disbelieving, if you know what I mean.’ When he looked up she was smiling, that flagstone-cracking beam of a smile that had always made her look twenty years younger. Agnes’s smile wasn’t the kind of smile that the regular world would associate with the word ‘nun’. It was a smile that had always contained a touch of mischief, and also a terrible rage, kept in check until it was needed. This was what had enabled her to sustain the Home, and her many other projects, in the face of opposition from the Vatican on down. The smile and the rage.
==========






-Time Enough For Love, por Robert A. Heinlein

All such troubles had however evaporated when he found the local library and discovered a universe of ideas into which his young consciousness rose faster than a Saturn V into the Florida sky.
==========


...could neither vouch for it nor urge them to buy. Minerva, if I sell a horse, I won’t guarantee that it has a leg on
==========


...this serenely beautiful young lady was clean as a sterilized scalpel, and was scented with some perfume which may have been named Spnng Breezes but should have been called Justifiable Rape and sold only under doctor’s prescription.
==========


Half the battle with any culture is knowing its taboos.
==========


A man never cuts his throat from a sleepless night if he has company to see him through it. ==========

Delusions are often functional. A mother’s opinions about her children’s beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera
==========


What a wonderful world it is that has girls in it!
==========


It’s amazing how much “mature wisdom” resembles being too tired.
==========


Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in mind; it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not, you can kill him without hate-and quickly.
==========


Cheops’ Law: Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.
==========


There is only one way to console a widow. But remember the consequences
==========


Democracy is based on the assumption that a million men are wiser than one man. How’s that again? I missed something.
==========


What are the facts? Again and again and again-what are the facts? Shun wishful thinking, ignore divine revelation, forget what “the stars foretell,” avoid opinion, care not what the neighbors think, never mind the unguessable “verdict of history”-what are the facts, and to how many decimal places? You pilot always into an unknown future; facts axe your single clue. Get the facts!
==========


The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent.
==========


The most preposterous notion that H. sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. Yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive Industry in all history.
==========


Dear, don’t bore him with trivia or burden him with your past mistakes. The happiest way to deal with a man is never to tell him anything he does not need to know.
==========


Darling, a true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best. At other times you can be as modest and dignified as your persona requires.
==========


...was-“liked herself” as Lazarus thought of it- and liking yourself was the necessary first step toward ‘loving other people. She had no guilt feelings because she never did anything that could make her feel guilty. She was unblinkingly honest with herself, was her own self-judge instead of looking to others, did not lie to herself-but lied to others without hesitation when needed for kindness or to get along with rules she had not made and did not respect.
==========

“Never mind computers. Ira, the most sophisticated machine the human mind can build has in it the limitations of the human mind. Anyone who thinks otherwise does not understand the Second Law of Thermodynamics. I asked for your opinion.”
==========
“Son, the world doesn’t pay off on a ‘good try.’ Go ahead”
==========
“Because we needed you, sir.”
“That’s not an ethical reason, just a pragmatic one. The need was not mutual.”
==========
“Do you mean that, Ira? Or, when the time comes, will you kid yourself that it is really your duty to hang on? If a man has the temperament for power-and you have or you wouldn’t be where you are-he finds it hard to abdicate.”
==========
Do you think Solomon serviced all his thousand wives? If so, what sort of job did he do on the last one?
==========
I learned centuries back that there is no privacy in any society crowded enough to need ID’s
==========
...there’s no virtue in being old, it just takes a long time.
==========
“Son, one of the few things I’ve learned is that humans hardly ever learn from the experience of others. They learn-when they do, which isn’t often-on their own, the hard way.”
==========
...age does not bring wisdom. Often it merely changes simple stupidity into arrogant conceit. Its only advantage, so far as I have been able to see, is that it spans change. A young person sees the world as a still picture, immutable. An old person has had his nose rubbed in changes and more changes and still more changes so many times that he knows it is a moving picture, forever changing. He may not like is-probably doesn’t; I don’t-but he knows it’s so, and knowing it is the first step in coping with it.”
==========
But it’s true that I’ve always watched where I put my feet…and never fought when I could duck out…and when I did have to fight, I always fought dirty. If I had to fight, I wanted him to be dead instead of me. So I tried to arrange it that way. Not luck. Or not much, anyway.” Lazarus blinked thoughtfully. “I’ve never argued with the weather. Once a mob wanted to lynch me. I didn’t try to reason with them; I just put a lot of miles between me and them as fast as I could and never went back there.”
==========
Never take anybody’s word about whether a gun is loaded.
==========
That’s what happens when you think about the past: You edit it and rearrange it, make it more tolerable-“
==========
It’s probably not a fetish. All fetishes are contra-survival, that’s elementary.
==========
“Gonads from your clone are your own, Lazarus; that’s basic to the theory.”
==========
The old saw about the early bird just goes to show that the worm should have stayed in bed. I can’t stand people who are smug about how early they get up
==========
...the ways of God and government and girls are all mysterious, and it is not given to mortal man to understand them.
==========
May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live
==========
Schoolteacher-lost that job when they caught me teaching the kids the raw truth, a capital offense anywhere in the Galaxy.
==========

“Sorry’? Minerva, my very dear, there is never anything to feel sorry about with love.
==========

...she set her feet apart, put her hands back of her head, and gave a wiggle that was invented in the Garden of Eden, or perhaps just outside
==========

In a family argument, if it turns out you are right-apologize at once!
==========

Yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again.
==========

Sin lies only in hurting other people unnecessarily. All other “sins” are invented nonsense. (Hurting yourself is not sinful-just stupid.)
==========


-The Door into the Summer, por Robert A. Heinlein.

But liking cats is hard to fake to a cat person. There are cat people and there are others, more than a majority probably, who “cannot abide a harmless, necessary cat.” If they try to pretend, out of politeness or any reason, it shows, because they don’t understand how to treat cats—and cat protocol is more rigid than that of diplomacy.
==========






-Have Spacesuit, will Travel, por Robert A. Heinlein.

I was startled but not unbelieving. When you see a rainbow you don’t stop to argue the laws of optics. There it is, in the sky.
==========




-Sagan Diary, por John Scalzi

I wish I could show these words to you, you who know me only from outward expression. I wish I could fold these words, package them and present them with a flourish, a rare gift I made of myself to you. But these words do not bend—or rather they will not—or perhaps it is that I cannot find the strength to push them through the doors of my mouth and my mind. They are stubborn words and I fear what would happen if I let them go. They stay inside where you cannot come; they are meant for you, but not sent to you. Words fail me and I return the failure.
==========

I lost some of what I should have been and could have been for you. The parts of me that I lent others who then left me unwillingly or willingly, as they earned the names they had, even as those names lifted up from them, their purpose spent—those which they signified already fading against the violence of bone and metal.
==========


They took part of me with them. I kept part of them with me, to become me in the fullness of time, some of who I could have been replaced by all that was left of them. If you looked you could have seen them in me: discrete objects breaking down, atoms that would not willingly cohere to the molecule, a colloidal suspension of memory and more than memory; part of me and held within me, bound by names they no longer claimed but becoming me, to be called by my name,
==========
 

Let me speak your name. Let me feel the movement of my tongue within my mouth, of lips stretched and jaw pushed slightly forward, of the breath from my lungs shaped and formed into noise and phonemes and syllables and words; into proper nouns signifying you. Two names with marvelous utility: to recall you from memory, to bid for your attention, to speak your identity into the air and in doing so affirm you in your tangible skin, with vibration and waves and exhalation, with the intimacy of sound spoken aloud; with the pleasure that comes from the physical act of declaring you.
==========


Let me speak your name and in speaking let me sing, a secret melody whose notes rise like birds and fall into your ears, to turn you toward me, with a smile that anticipates your own hidden song that choruses with my name. Let me speak your name so I may hear my name spoken to me from you. You cannot imagine the sensuousness of speech, you who have spoken all your life, you who have mouthed words like bread, a staff of life common on your tongue. You cannot appreciate the luxury speech represents to those of us who have no time for it, we who speed our words, transmitting mind to mind without mediation, not even the briefest pause between mind and mouth to temper what we say or to soften sharp
==========