Top 15 Connie Willis Quotes

If they were part of the self-correction (i. e., of the space-time continuum) what did that do to the notion of free will? Or was free will part of the plan as well?

The continuum had somehow managed to correct the incongruity, pairing off lovers like the last act of a Shakespearean comedy, though just how it had managed it wasn’t clear. What was clear was that it had wanted us out of the way while it was doing whatever it was doing. So it had done the time-travel equivalent of locking us in our rooms.

How dare you contradict their opinions! You are only a common servant."
"Yes, miss," he said wearily.
"You should be dismissed for being insolent to your betters."
There was a long pause, and then Baine said, "All the diary entries and dismissals in the world cannot change the truth. Galileo recanted under threat of torture, but that did not make the sun revolve round the earth. If you dismiss me, the vase will still be vulgar, I will still be right, and your taste will still be plebeian, no matter what you write in your diary."
"Plebeian?" Tossie said, bright pink. "How dare you speak like that to your mistress? You are dismissed." She pointed imperiously at the house. "Pack your things immediately."
"Yes, miss," Baine said. "E pur si muove."
"What?" Tossie said, bright red with rage. "What did you say?"
"I said, now that finally have dismissed me, I am no longer a member of the servant class and am therefore in a position to speak freely," he said calmly.
"You are not in a position to speak to me at all," Tossie said, raising her diary like a weapon. "Leave at once."
"I dared to speak the truth to you because I felt you were deserving of it," Baine said seriously. "I had only your best interests at heart, as I have always had. You have been blessed with great riches; not only with the riches of wealth, position, and beauty, but with a bright mind and a keen sensibility, as well as with a fine spirit. And yet you squander those riches on croquet and organdies and trumpery works of art. You have at your disposal a library of the great minds of the past, and yet you read the foolish novels of Charlotte Yonge and Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Given the opportunity to study science, you converse with conjurors wearing cheesecloth and phosphorescent paint. Confronted by the glories of Gothic architecture, you admire instead a cheap imitation of it, and confronted by the truth, you stamp your foot like a spoilt child and demand to be told fairy stories.

Baine, what do you think of this?" Tossie said, indicating the bishop's bird stump. "Don't you agree it's the most beautiful piece of art you've ever seen?"
Baine straightened and looked at it, blinking water out of his eyes.
There was a considerable pause while Baine wrung out his sleeve. "No."
"No?" Tossie said, making it into a screamlet.
"No."...
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I mean the sculpture is a hideous atrocity, vulgarly conceived, badly designed, and shoddily executed," he said, folding the shawl carefully and bending to lay it back in the bundle.
"How dare you say that," Tossie said, her cheeks very pink.
Baine straightened. "I beg you pardon, miss. I thought you were asking my opinion."
"I was, but I expected you to tell me you thought it was beautiful."
He bowed slightly. "As you wish, miss." He looked at it, his face impassive. "It is very beautiful.

It is a temporal universal that people never appreciate their own time, especially transportation. Twentieth-Century contemps complained about cancelled flights and gasoline prices, Eighteenth-Century contemps complained about muddy roads and highwaymen. No doubt Professor Peddick’s Greeks complained about recalcitrant horses and chariot wheels falling off.

Servants don't travel with their employers."
"How do they do without them?"
"They don't.

That makes no sense," I said.
"This is the Victorian era," she said. "Women didn't have to make sense.

You shouldn’t be looking for the secret to making people follow fads, you should be looking for the secret to making them think for themselves. Because that’s what science is all about.

Management’ll never go for it. First, it’s live-animal research, which is controversial. Management hates controversy. Second, it’s something innovative, which means Management will hate it on principle.

Management cares about only one thing. Paperwork. They will forgive almost anything else—cost overruns, gross incompetence, criminal indictments—as long as the paperwork’s filled out properly. And in on time.

My physics teacher used to say Diogenes shouldn't have wasted his time looking for an honest man," Shirl said, "he should have been looking for somebody who thought for himself.

Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?

Barbie’s one of those fads whose popularity makes you lose all faith in the human race.

There are moments when rather than reforming the human race I’d like to abandon it altogether and go become, say, one of Dr. O’Reilly’s macaques, which have to have more sense.

Therein lay the secret to all fads: the herd instinct. People wanted to look like everybody else. That was why they bought white bucks and pedal pushers and bikinis. But someone had to be the first one to wear platform shoes, to bob their hair, and that took the opposite of herd instinct.