Robert Charles Wilson quotes - page 3
You have a knack for turning your eyes inside out, so you see them. And they see you. And you're afraid, because they're from the uncreated future, from a place, I think, where the human race has reached its last incarnation, from the end of the material world. Perhaps the end of all worlds. And they're sad-melancholy is the better word-because you're like an angel to them, the angel of the past, the angel of infinite possibility. Possibility lost. The road not taken.
Robert Charles Wilson
There's no forgiveness built into the system. I told Barbara so, dozens of times. She was always marching off to save the whales, save the trees, save some goddamn thing. It was endearing. But in the back of my head I always heard Dad's voice: ‘This is only a holding action. Nothing is ever really saved.' Barbara thought the greenhouse effect was like a virus, something you could stop if you came up with the right vaccine. I told her it was a cancer-the cancer of humanity on the vital organs of the earth. You can't stop that by marching.”
"Isn't that a little like giving up?”
"I think it's called acceptance.”
Archer stood and walked to the door, where his silhouette obscured the motion of the trees.
"Very bleak attitude, Tom.
Robert Charles Wilson
Guilford thought he knew what science was. It was nothing more than curiosity...tempered by humility, disciplined with patience.
Science meant looking-a special kind of looking. Looking especially hard at the things you didn't understand. Looking at the stars, say, and not fearing them, not worshiping them, just asking questions, finding the question that would unlock the door to the next question and the question beyond that.
Robert Charles Wilson
But you're a Philosopher!” Julian exclaimed at one point. "This is Philosophy, not Religion, since you rule out supernatural beings-you know that as well as I do!”
"I suppose it is Philosophy, looked at from one angle,” Stepney conceded. "But there's no money in Philosophy, Julian. Religion is far more lucrative as a career.
Robert Charles Wilson
He had come out of the war twice-decorated and with a thoughtful respect for the horrors of combat. He had seen terrible things, participated in terrible things...but that was the nature of war, and it was not something you could enter into halfway. War was a state of mind, war was all or nothing.
Robert Charles Wilson
A man who submits himself wholeheartedly to God might handle them and not be harmed. That was the faith my father had professed. Certainly he trusted God, in his own case, and believed God manifested Himself in the rolled eyes of his congregants and in their babble of incomprehensible tongues. Trust and be saved, was his philosophy. And yet in the end it was the snakes that killed him. I wondered which element of the calculation had ultimately failed him-human faith or divine patience.
Robert Charles Wilson
