Harry Turtledove Quotes

“I never knew any Sonorans before you. You’re a good fellow. You ever get tired of trying to scratch out a living down where you’re at, you bring your family on up to Alabama. Plenty of good farm country there. You’d live high on the hog.”
“Thanks, amigo, but no thanks.” Rodriguez’s smile was sweet and sad. “I want to go home. I want to talk español, to see my friends and family. And in Sonora, I am a man. In Alabama, I am a damn greaser.” He tapped a brown hand with a brown finger to remind Pinkard of what he meant.
In the trenches, Jeff had long since stopped worrying about their being of different colors. Hip was right, though; it would matter in Alabama.

She looked so angelic, any real angel who saw her would have been extremely suspicious.

Do I tell you how to arrange your life, Carlton?" he demanded. "Only when you open your mouth," Ben answered. "Sir.

Pretty damn soon, the Rebs'll pack it in here, too, I expect," Carlton said. "Every blasphemy that passes your lips means a hotter dose of hellfire in the world to come," McSweeney answered." "I've seen enough hellfire right here on earth," Carlton said. "The kind of the preachers go on about don't worry me as much as it used to.

“You’re still learning the difference between being an agitator and being a politician. Listen to me, Flora.” He sounded very earnest. “Compromise is not a dirty word.”
“Maybe it should be,” she answered.

What people believe and what they’ll do because they believe it is a big part of what’s real, especially in politics.

“I’ve been thinking,” George Enos said….
Beside him, Carl Sturtevant was panting more than a little. “Probably won’t do you any lasting harm,” he said.

It was like dying and going to hell, except a little hotter and a little stickier. July in Tennessee was not the ideal weather in which to fight in a barrel.

Scipio would sooner have gone on without the revolution than the other way around.

Down near the Florida border, Georgia could give South Carolina lessons in heat and humidity.

Don’t do anything to make things worse was the eleventh commandment of the ghetto, at least as important as the original ten.

“I must conclude that my views on the subject are also the views of the large majority of the American people.”
That was probably true. Because of it, Flora did not have a good opinion of the political wisdom of the large majority of the American people. Nationalism kept too many from voting their class interests.

“Maybe we’ll get some use out of battleships in the next war after all.” He didn’t doubt there would be a next war; there would always be a next war.

The only people who love a war are those who have never fought in one.

Potter studied him. “I never have figured out how smart you are, Featherston, but you’ve made it plain you’re shrewd enough and to spare. If you hadn’t made the fatal mistake of being right at the wrong time, we might have the same rank by now.”