Tim Powers Quotes

The church has become a more...exclusive club since the founder’s day, it’s clear. No doubt the Devil is more hospitable.

He was dizzy, and it occurred to him that Newton must have been right when he’d said that light consisted of particles, for today he could feel them hitting him.

“Whats o’clock?”
It wants a quarter to twelve,
And to-morrow’s doomsday.

The seas and the weathers are what is; your vessels adapt to them or sink.

How does my offer sound?
Rivas took a long thoughtful sip. "Let's see," he said finally. "It sounds insincere, impossible, and definitely, absolutely unattractive.

And everybody there thought we were! So who cares? So I care—you are what people think you are, which is why it’s so important to get them thinking you’re someone who...counts. Gaah.

People are so tasty when they’re truly embittered, truly despairing...and that’s when they come to Sevatividam. They can’t stand the bitter rain, so they run in under one of the two awnings—religion or dissipation—and guess who’s waiting for them under both awnings at once...

Rivas smiled, remembering his response to his first taking of the Jaybird sacrament—while the rest of the recovering communicants had been praising the Lord Jaybush and making sure they knew when the sacrament would be administered again so as not to miss it, young Gregorio Rivas, though stunned, exhausted and glad to have found shelter and company, was coldly appraising the situation. He didn’t doubt that the mysterious Norton Jaybush was certainly more than a man and possibly a god, but the prospect of abandoning his individuality in order to “merge with the Lord” was profoundly repugnant to him.

Some people, he thought, simply have no will to survive—they’re walking hors d’oeuvres waiting for someone who can spare the time to devour them.

Certainly no valid answer is ever gained by excluding any factors of the problem; that was the Puritans’ error.

You ever notice, Joe," he asked, mechanically picking up the mug, "that it always takes a little more trouble to get something than the thing was really worth?"
Joe considered it. "Better than taking a lot of trouble and getting nothing."
Dundee sipped the coffee. He didn't seem to have heard Joe. "There's so much weariness and fatigue in it all. For every action there is an equal...stupefaction. No, that might be bearable—it's greater than the action.

I’ve learned that having a lot of money is more fun than not having a lot of money, and that once you’ve got it, it tends to grow all by itself, like a fire.

Say that again after you’ve been in the same spot and acted differently, old buddy. Maybe then I’ll be ashamed.

When they’d gone the old man turned around to watch the sun’s slow descent. The Boat of Millions of Years, he thought; the boat of the dying sungod Ra, tacking down the western sky to the source of the dark river that runs through the underworld from west to east, through the twelve hours of the night, at the far eastern end of which the boat will tomorrow reappear, bearing a once again youthful, newly reignited sun.
Or, he thought bitterly, removed from us by a distance the universe shouldn’t even be able to encompass, it’s a vast motionless globe of burning gas, around which this little ball of a planet rolls like a pellet of dung propelled by a kephera beetle. Take your pick, he told himself as he started slowly down the hill...But be willing to die for your choice.

How old are you, Brian? You ought to know by now that something always breaks up love affairs unless both parties are willing to compromise themselves. And that compromising is harder to do the older and less flexible and more independent you are. It just isn't in you, Brian. You could no more get married now than you could become a priest, or a sculptor, or a greengrocer."
Duffy opened his mouth to voice angry denials, then one corner turned up and he closed it. "Damn you," he said wryly. "Then why do I want to, half the time?"
Aurelianus shrugged. "It's the nature of the species. There's a part of a man's mind that can only relax and go to sleep when he's with a woman, and that part gets tired of always being tensely awake. It gives orders in so loud a voice that it often drowns out the other components. But when the loud one is asleep at last, the others regain control and chart a new course." He grinned. "No equilibrium is possible. If you don't want to put up with the constant seesawing, you must either starve the logical components or bind, gag and lock away in a cellar that one insistent one."
Duffy grimaced and drank some more brandy. "I'm used to the rocking, and I was never one to get motion-sick," he said. "I'll stay on the seesaw."
Aurelianus bowed. "You have that option, sir.