Robin Sloan Quotes

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care.

People want things to be real. If you give them an excuse, they'll believe you.

The whole economy suddenly felt like a game of musical chairs, and I was convinced I needed to grab a seat, any seat, as fast as I could.

This cult seems like it might have been designed specifically to prey on bookish old people — Scientology for scholarly seniors.

"I can't eat pizza. If we actually end up with a pizza, it's going to be your responsibility to consume it. Do not let me have any. Even if I ask for some." He pauses. "I'll probably ask for some."

This is not an ordinary bookstore.”
“Indeed. It seems more akin to a youth hostel –

When every single piece of media you consume is time-shifted, does that mean it's actually you that's time-shifted?

"To tell you the truth, I hate audiobooks."
But an audiobook is like a fizzy knit cap pulled down over your -

But, of course, the point of a programming language is that you don't just read it; you write it, too. You make it do things for you. And this, I think, is where Ruby shines (...)

So I guess you could say Neel owes me a few favors, except that so many favors have passed between us now that they are no longer distinguishable as individual acts, just a bright haze of loyalty. Our friendship is a nebula.

I told them I didn't have time for this bullshit, and if either of them wanted to ask a lady out, he could do it by text message like a normal person.

Neel takes a sharp breath and I know exactly what it means. It means: I have waited my whole life to walk through a secret passage built into a bookshelf.

"He paused, then added, "Some of them are working very hard indeed."
"What are they doing?"
"My boy!" he said, eyebrows raised. As if nothing could be more obvious: "They are reading.

Uma menininha de cabelo ruivo corre até a mesa da entrada, rindo e quase se sufocando com um emaranhado de fios verdes.
Um belo cachecol? Ela sorri, saltitante. — Olá — digo. — Posso-te perguntar uma coisa? — Ela ri e balança a cabeça. — Como farias para encontrar uma agulha num palheiro?

A menina para, pensativa, puxando o fio verde em torno do pescoço. Na realidade, ela está a pensar sobre o problema. Pequenas engrenagens estão funcionando. Ela retorce os dedinhos juntos, refletindo. É muito fofa. Por fim, ela olha para mim e diz com seriedade. — Eu pediria à palha para encontrar a agulha. — Então, emite um guincho fantasmagórico baixo e sai pulando em um pé só.

Um gongo antigo da dinastia Song ribomba na minha cabeça. Sim, claro. Ela é um génio!

I'm making progress of my own: Kat invites me to a house party. Unfortunately, I can't go. I can never go to any parties, because my shift starts at precisely party o'clock.