Peter Clines Quotes

Debbie shuffled back through her notes. "The president of the Owyhee Land and Irrigation Company was Whipple Phillips." "Whipple?" chuckled Xela. "Yep." "Don't name 'em like that anymore," said Roger.

And you never saw anything at all?" asked Tim. Clive shook his head and shrugged again. "Not up there. And we've been up there every night for two years. Debbie even studies up there sometimes.

Okay. So, Koturovic studied the structure of the brain and how much bio-electricity it put out and what frequencies that electricity was on. He moved to London and in 1877 he attended a lecture given by a mathematician named William Clifford who was one of the first people to propose the idea of other dimensions. He noticed - " "Wait," said Tim. "Other dimensions?" She nodded. "I looked him up. Clifford did a lot of work with concepts like curved space and there being more to the world than just the standard three dimensions. At least a fourth, mathematically speaking, and probably a fifth, sixth, seventh, and so on." Tim raised an eyebrow but said nothing else.

Your voice is familiar," said Barry. "I couldn't place it and then I realized you sound like the guy in my dreams. Which sounds very different than I intended out loud.

Occam's razor," she said. "Going up makes more sense.

Big worms that move through the sand like it's water." Roger's level arm went up and down in a smooth wave. "Or the big thing in Star Wars. What if we step down there and the sand just turns into a big pit with a mouth at the bottom?" "For the record, it's called a Sarlacc," Xela said.

Cattle ... it called us cattle ...
We're hamburger, you mean.

Koturovic somehow came up with the idea there were some kind of creatures - big, smart, scary alpha predators - living in these higher dimensions. Telepathically-sensitive people sensed them all through history and that's where all our myths about demons and monsters come from. It's their presence leaking through. When the dimensional barriers were shattered, according to him, these things would come through and eat everything they could until the barriers reasserted themselves. Kind of the universe's method of population control.

Almost any concept or idea in the world can be expressed through comparison with a classic Warner Bros. cartoon.

We're looking for quantum donuts," said Mike.

The idea that no matter how cold and callous and heartless the world seemed, there was somebody out there who just wanted to make life better. Not better for worlds or countries in some vague way. Just better for people trying to live their lives, even if they didn't know about him.

Nate had realized a while back that nobody talked with each other at such gatherings. People just took turns talking at each other. He never got the sense anyone was listening.

After almost three years behind the studio walls, some folks couldn't resist the idea of windows and trees and across-the-street neighbors. And with the depleted population, there were houses and luxury apartments for anyone who wanted them.
The Zombocalypse had really turned Los Angeles into a buyer's market.

Must you always speak with so many pop culture references?"
"I must, yes, but no one's making pop culture anymore, so I'm starting to feel dated. I haven't seen a new movie in two years. And you know what else I just realized?"
The doctor stared at him.
"I'm never going to find out what the hell was going on with Lost. I mean, was it just sheer coincidence their plane crashed on the island or was it this Jacob guy pulling the strings all along? And how did most of them end up back in the 1970s with the Dharma people?

Nate took the sheet. It was covered in the neat, curvy handwriting so many women mastered and men almost never did. The top half was the message, recopied in the same Cyrillic that it had been on the wall. Below it was the translation in English.

A ladder's a flag pole with delusions of grandeur.

You know when you're in a rush and you put a T-shirt on backward? Even if there's no tag in it, you don't have to look in the mirror to know it's on wrong. You can just feel it.

Don't you get it?' said Max. 'You're not praying, you're just ... wishing. And wishes don't come true.

Fuck me," said Roger. He spit a mouthful of stomach acid into the hall and looked at the bodies. "Look at the old man, going all Bruce Willis on us.

I respect your beliefs Andrew, and I'm glad they make you happy. But I'm not up here to be lectured at or spoken down to. Clear?

Koturovic's a surname," said Tim. "A patronymic. Not a middle name.

One of the tricks of being a good teacher, he'd learned, was not to overuse the Look.

Mike glanced at the two computer towers lying half-autopsied on her kitchen table. One had a bag of chips in it, the top held shut with a binder clip. A stack of motherboards rested on the chair in Mylar bags.

"Maid's been on vacation, I see," said Mike.

"Yeah. She ran off with the guy who writes your jokes."

"Ouch."

"There's a postcard from them here somewhere. Want me to look for that instead?"

"No, no. Just the logs will be fine.

They laughed. It took some effort so they had to stop walking to do it. Then they plodded toward the spiral staircase. It took them five minutes to walk the last two hundred feet. "Thank God," Roger said. "Stairs. Was worried I couldn't go uphill anymore.

Hung herself in the closet."
"Hanged," said Nate.
"Don't be one of those people.

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In one of the earlier Sherlock Holmes mysteries, Arthur Conan Doyle (not yet a Sir) made an observation on logical deduction. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
There is, however, a specific flaw in that maxim. It assumes people can recognize the difference between what is impossible and what they believe is impossible.

I still don't know if it's worth living in a world with no more donuts.

She's a pile of nanites working together to duplicate the individual parts of a teenage girl on the cellular level, and they don't realize there's no actual girl left. They rebuilt a working model of a corpse.

He shook his head. "No, they never went. He checked and it turns out the Kavach plans are still considered active material and are still on file at Public Works." "Fantastic," said Xela. "So we can go see them." Nate shook his head. "Nope. That's where it ends. They're sealed records." Tim's eyebrows went up. "Sealed?" "Yep. The same way they seal plans for things like the Federal Building or parts of the state capitol or embassies. The guy emailed me to explain why he couldn't tell me anything. He even said he has to make a note in the file that I asked about them because of some Patriot Act thing.

I took in a deep breath, and smoke twisted around my head as I let it slip through my teeth. "Do you know what my favorite show was when I was a little kid?"

The look again. "I would have no idea."

"Doctor Who. British sci-fi show."

"I am familiar with it. Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, and Matt - "

"No," I said. "The new show's great, but I grew up on the old one. The low-budget, rubber monster show with Tom Baker and Peter Davison. I watched it on PBS all the time as a kid."

I looked out at the dark ruins of Hollywood, at the stumbling shadows dotting the streets as far as you could see. The only other living person within half a mile was standing behind me, her eyes boring into my head.

"The Doctor didn't have super-powers or weapons or anything like that. He was just a really smart guy who always tried to do the right thing. To help people, no matter what. That struck me when I was a kid. The idea that no matter how cold and callous and heartless the world seemed, there was somebody out there who just wanted to make life better. Not better for worlds or countries in some vague way. Just better for people trying to live their lives, even if they didn't know about him."

I turned back to her and tapped my chest. "That's what this suit's always been about. Not scaring people like you or Gorgon do. Not some sort of pseudo-sexual roleplay or repressed emotions. I wear this thing, all these brigh

Once she had fired the pistol," Stealth continued, "she was no longer a potential threat, but an actual one. Smith had not ordered me to deal with actual threats.