For someone admitting guilt she sounded remarkably void of repentance. - Alastair Reynolds

In its purest distillation beauty had always been merciless.

Do you think it means anything?" "Probably not," Ricasso said, wiping his dust-smeared hands on his knees. "I'm all for looking for meaning in ancient texts. But now and then you have to just accept the fact that you're dealing with so much religious gibberish.

People lived and died and did strange, pointless things to themselves. So did societies, be they city-sized states or galactic empires encompassing thousands of solar systems. Everything came and went, everything was new and bright with promise once and old and worn out later, and everything left a small, diminishing stain on eternity, a mark that time would eventually erase.