Robin Sloan Quotes

Al principio tenía claro que sólo trabajaría en una empresa en la que pudiera creer. Luego pensé que si aprendía algo ya era bastante. Después decidí que no fuera una porquería y punto. Ahora me encontraba puntualizando mi definición de porquería.

It felt, also, like an empty spaceship, and, as a rule, you do not enter an empty spaceship without first knowing the fate of the crew.

The internet: always proving that you're not quite as special as you suspected.

It was Scientology for scholarly seniors.

She was on her fifth espresso and seemed finally to have found her equilibrium.

We were looking at the sequence, not the shape.

Did I see faces? I did not see faces. The power outlet looked like a little dude, but power outlets always look like little dudes.

Lapin breaks away from Broadway and picks a path toward Telegraph Hill. Her velocity is steady, even as the landscape rises underneath her; she's the little eccentric that could.

Baking, by contrast, was solving the same problem over and over again, because every time, the solution was consumed. I mean, really: chewed and digested. Thus, the problem was ongoing. Thus, the problem was perhaps the point.

I needed a more interesting life.
I could start by learning something.
I could start with the starter.

Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -– low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.

"It was tall, made of pale blue light, a creature with long arms and long legs and the shadow of a smile, and above it all, eyes that shone bluer still than its body. "What do you seek in this place?" the shade asked plainly."

He asked <...> Rosemary, why do you love books so much?
And I said, Well, I don't know <...> I suppose I love them because they're quiet, and I can take them to the park.

Let me be candid. If I had to rank book-acquisition experiences in order of comfort, ease, and satisfaction, the list would go like this: 1. The perfect independent bookstore, like Pygmalion in Berkeley. 2. A big, bright Barnes & Noble. I know they’re corporate, but let’s face it — those stores are nice. Especially the ones with big couches. 3. The book aisle at Walmart. (It’s next to the potting soil.) 4. The lending library aboard the U.S.S. West Virginia, a nuclear submarine deep beneath the surface of the Pacific. 5. Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore.

I realize that the books I love most are like open cities, with all sorts of ways to wander in. This thing is a fortress with no front gate. You’re meant to scale the walls, stone by stone.