The lamp was a beacon, a lighthouse in that forbidding city, steering the wyrman’s way over the river and out of the predatory night. - China Miéville

And for what it's worth, which in my professional opinion isn't a bloody lot, I'll pray for you." "Pray to what?" Marge said. He smiled. The jukebox played "Wise Up Sucker" by Pop Will Eat Itself. "Fuck it," the man said. "Tell you what. What's the point collecting stuff you don't use? I'll pray to all of them.

Throw something away and you declare it obsolete.

But it's a prize that... if you're into science-fiction and fantasy you grow up reading books with "Hugo [Award-winner]" on the cover. And this is very, very moving, to be in that position oneself. It's an odd situation [too], because, as you say, it was a tie, which is very rare with the Hugo, which has happened, like three times over sixty years, or something. But I prefer to think of it as a quantum Hugo and that Paolo Bacigalupi and I oscillate between between Hugo particle and wave form, this year. So it's properly science-fictional.