S J Kincaid Quotes

Sorry, Tim," Yuri said, regret in his voice. "Normally I would not push you around, but I must because you have become such a pansy. ~ S.J. Kincaid

I had only two goals going forward: to fool people into thinking I was Sidonia, and of course, to try not to die. ~ S.J. Kincaid

You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?"

Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!"

Tom flushed, and set his gun back on its hook. "It's not like we were going to start a dynastic war or something."

"Yeah," Vik said guiltily, returning his own weapon. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Having a heart that burned with emotion meant having a flame that could be doused in an instant by forces you could not fight, perils you could not see. To care was to be helpless in the worst possible way. ~ S.J. Kincaid

And he'd definitely never expected to ever have to tell someone, "All right, no killing and eating me, okay? I'm ready to go. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me? ~ S.J. Kincaid

Who's chasing you?
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises. ~ S.J. Kincaid

That missleproof glass might as well have been electrified fence and barbed wire. No one could fashion a prison so perfect, so complete, as the one the masters of humanity had created for themselves. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Not just in America. When I left my primary school, my father said, 'Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a scented candle and told me how babies are made." Vik fought to keep his lips from twitching. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a scented candle and told me how babies are made. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Is there a way to to contact someone's computer with yours?"
"Yes. It's called email," Wyatt replied. ~ S.J. Kincaid

You are brave and honorable and strong, and you are the only one who can see me as I am. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire, Medusa's dangerous smile lingering in his brain. ~ S.J. Kincaid

He felt like anything was possible around her, like his life meant more, like he meant more. ~ S.J. Kincaid

There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out.

"Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform."

"There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again. ~ S.J. Kincaid

People spoke so reverently of affection. For me, it seemed a torment. I couldn't believe people enjoyed these feelings. How could someone relish this excruciating need to secure a claim on another human? ~ S.J. Kincaid

The doctor nodded. "Nemesis is bonded to you now. She'll live and breathe for you all the days of your life."
"I like her, too," Donia declared, smiling at me. "I think we'll become friends."
The doctor laughed softly. "Friends, yes. I promise you, Nemesis will be the best friend you'll ever have. She'll love you until your dying day."
And at last, I had a name for this feeling, this strange but wonderful new sensation within me - this was what the Impyrean Matriarch had promised me.
This was love. ~ S.J. Kincaid

She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me."

"You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'? ~ S.J. Kincaid

We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time."

Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function? ~ S.J. Kincaid

A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Oh, and I died horribly at your hands. Gruesome murder is always a foundation for a beautiful friendship! ~ S.J. Kincaid

Ow, that hurts! It hurts like being in Connecticut! ~ S.J. Kincaid

I've missed you too. Have you been well?"
"No," I said.
She smiled sadly. "Nor have I."
But that was going to change now. For both of us. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Have you ever observed a tiger? A true breed like the ones in the Chrysanthemum? Not those kittenish sorts like those in our cloisters. They're all muscle and sinew, with jaws powerful enough to break the strongest man, yet if you see them stalk prey, if you see them hunt- the sheer strength gives them more grace than the most refined of delicate creatures. That's Nemesis. ~ S.J. Kincaid

What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted.

"That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like? ~ S.J. Kincaid

Wyatt avoided the petty gunfights and headed to a saloon and rigged up a bunch of Molotov cocktails. Her firebombs against members of Tom and Vik's posse had destroyed the scenario's promise of so many wonderful gun duels. She'd killed most of their group, too, and shown everyone that she wasn't getting promoted only because of her programming skills. Her dislike of fighting had paradoxically turned her into a lethal killing machine. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat.

"What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine."

"You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude."

Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?"

Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before."

"Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing."

"That's not what I said! ~ S.J. Kincaid

He likes her."

"Yuri, no!" Vik said.

Yuri turned redder, confirming it.

"Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried.

Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts."

"Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!"

"I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!"

"It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said.

"Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground.

Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature. ~ S.J. Kincaid

But then, I've always believed love is the most volatile substance in the universe. It erupts, it incinerates, and then it simply flames out. . . . ~ S.J. Kincaid

I do. I love you, Tyrus. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Tyrus stepped down from his dais, and he was blinding like the sun itself with his halo of hair done in the Helionic ceremonial fashion, his effervescent gold ceremonial coat. But in that face that could look utterly ruthless, there was a softness, a need, and he said, 'Nemesis, did you hear her speak?'
I looked up at him, so wary, choking on uncertainty. 'How could I miss it?'
'I did this for you. This was all for you. The universe may deliver itself into my possession, and I'll still feel as though I've lost everything without you by my side. I am madly in love with you, and I hope to all the stars you still feel something for me. ~ S.J. Kincaid

He was almost at his door when Vik's earsplitting shriek resounded down the corridor. Tom was glad for the excuse to sprint back toward him. "Vik?"
He reached Vik's doorway as Vik was backing out of it. "Tom," he breathed, "it's an abomination."
Confused, Tom stepped past him into the bunk. Then he gawked, too.
Instead of a standard trainee bunk of two small beds with drawers underneath them and totally bare walls, Vik's bunk was virtually covered with images of their friend Wyatt Enslow. There were posters all over the wall with Wyatt's solemn, oval face on them. She wore her customary scowl, her dark eyes tracking their every move through the bunk. There was a giant marble statue of a sad-looking Vik with a boot on top of its head. The Vik statue clutched two very, very tiny hands together in a gesture of supplication, its eyes trained upward on the unseen stomper, an inscription at its base, WHY, OH WHY, DID I CROSS WYATT ENSLOW?
Tom began to laugh.
"She didn't do it to the bunk," Vik insisted. "She must've done something to our processors."
That much was obvious. If Wyatt was good at anything, it was pulling off tricks with the neural processors, which could pretty much be manipulated to show them anything. This was some sort of illusion she was making them see, and Tom heartily approved.
He stepped closer to the walls to admire some of the photos pinned there, freeze-frames of some of Vik's more embarrassing moments at the Spire: that t ~ S.J. Kincaid

If he was her murderer, I had a lifetime to figure it out. I could avenge her tomorrow if I learned he'd done it. I could avenge her in ten years if I learned in ten years, and I'd have ten beautiful years before that. I would always mourn Sidonia, but I had survived this loss once and I could survive it again. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to say.

"How's it going? ~ S.J. Kincaid

He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop laughing at yourself. ~ S.J. Kincaid

We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere."
"Close. I was with Blackburn. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see."

"I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in."

"I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get nestlike. You don't care when your hair gets nestlike, Tom. You can't possibly. ~ S.J. Kincaid

I looked at the stone, fragmented and cratered by my rage and jealousy. So this was a visual representation of a Diabolic's affection, then: an ugly, broken, blood-spattered stone. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float. ~ S.J. Kincaid

If there was a horse and the horse looked like you, I would find that horse attractive. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Genghises. Large, angry Genghises. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Yes, I'm a hypocrite. It doesn't change anything. ~ S.J. Kincaid

He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict on him. ~ S.J. Kincaid

That smile of hers could seriously crash planes. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Time has witnessed events even before it's own birth without energy. ~ Vishwanath S J

A wolf's eye reveals the strongest, most trustworthy and loyal sort; then why are we so afraid if they posess the qualities we most desire. ~ S.J. Braith

That other woman may have entered his thoughts every now and then, but only as a regret. I was the one who had his full attention now. ~ S.J. Pajonas

He'll be free to move on, to find someone with whom he'll be happy. I shake my head. Trouble is, he's already met that someone. He just doesn't remember. I do. ~ S.J. Harper

Time, as such doesn't travel! It's the paradox & uncertainty inside you that makes it travel. ~ Vishwanath S J

Is it not eminently just that I should give myself entirely and without reserve to Him Who drew me out of nothing, and Who at every moment of my life maintains the existence He has given me; Whom I have received all and from Whom I expect all, and without Whom I can never be happy? ~ Father John Nicholas Grou, S.J.

Two wrongs don't make anything right, but maybe they make things more equal. ~ S.J. Watson

Jesus Christ is our true greatness; it is He alone and His Cross that should be sought in running after these people; for if you strive for anything else, you will gain naught but bodily and spiritual affliction. But having found Jesus Christ in His Cross, you have found the roses in the thorns, sweetness in bitterness, everything in nothing. ~ Francis Talbot, S.J.

Universe is expanding to infinity without a center in space. How come humans claim a direction to their life? ~ Vishwanath S J

Take a closer look at the word "Change". You never "Changed", instead, you were 'Manipulated' by illusion. ~ Vishwanath S J

Time cannot put anything in your hands until you let go off the time. ~ Vishwanath S J

You have no idea what you have just unleashed, boy. ~ S.J.D. Peterson

In pulp fiction it is a rigid convention that the hero's shoulders and the heroine's balcon constantly threaten to burst their bonds, a possibility which keeps the audience in a state of tense expectancy. Unfortunately for the fans, however, recent tests reveal that the wisp of chiffon which stands between the publisher and the postal laws has the tensile strength of drop-forged steel. ~ S.J Perelman

felt increasingly sure that God, whatever form He took, had not created us to kill and torture one another over the name we give Him. ~ S.J. Parris

There was a letter, tucked among the pictures. It was addressed to Santa Claus and written in blue crayon. The jerky letters danced across the page. He wanted a bike, he said, or a puppy, and promised to be good. It was signed, and he had added his age. Four.
I do not know why, but as I read it, my world seemed to collapse. Grief exploded in my chest like a grenade. I had been feeling calm - not happy, not even resigned, but calm - and that serenity vanished, as if vaporized. Beneath it, I was raw. ~ S.J. Watson

It's not what you're not sure of that gets you: It's when you just know it's okay, and you don't check. ~ S.J. Lewis

We sat opposite each other across a table that swam with spilled coffee, warming our hands on our drinks. ~ S.J. Watson

Chinatown is tremendously interesting ... It's a part of the city that hasn't really been explored in crime literature or in any general literature. It's as though Chinatown didn't exist. People write about New York without mentioning Chinatown at all. ~ S.J. Rozan

Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear? ~ S.J. Watson

The hands on the shoulder, then the hug.The mouths that find each other through the tears. ~ S.J. Watson

It's not life, it's just an existence, jumping from one moment to the next with no idea of the past, and no plan for the future. ~ S.J. Watson

I really don't mean to offend anybody, but it's getting more and more difficult to figure out what qualifies as offensive. ~ S.J. Romero

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance. ~ S.J. Watson

I think of writing as a partnership with the reader. My goal is to feed their imagination, but only partially. If you give them everything, you limit their ability. It's borderline insulting. The key with description is to give the reader just enough so they experience what's going on, but leave a little out so they're encouraged to fill in the blanks. This is where the magic happens. Let them breathe life into your story in a way only they can. ~ S.J. Pierce

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily, and loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight, and people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted, unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers, unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea, and work will be simple and swift as a seagull flying, and play will be casual and quiet as a seagull settling, and the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder or care or notice, and people will smile without reason, even in winter, even in the rain. ~ A.S.J. Tessimond

Lucid Dreaming is the ability of a brain to download the information of a possible futuristic state of an event from a Parallel Universe. ~ Vishwanath S J

This medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's. ~ S.J Perelman

Maybe my bravery was just a front and all my tough talk was just the bitter residue of a hundred burned bridges. Maybe it was closer to a thousand bridges crumbling at my feet with the ashes swirling around me, catching in my hair and coating my skin like chalk. ~ S.J. Wright

Too much time has passed for us to be the same so go ahead and walk away ill do the same -; quote from book 2. ~ S.J. Dalton

A creative design to everything demands a Time Keeper to exist. It was born out from the womb of primordial time! ~ Vishwanath S J

But, I realized, these truths are all I have. They are my past. They are what makes me human. Without them, I am nothing. Nothing but an animal. I ~ S.J. Watson

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city. ~ S.J Perelman

Time throws you out of its dimensionless planar like a boomerang. It unites with you again in death. ~ Vishwanath S J

I cannot begin to say where this belief in Prophecy comes from. The future surely holds the same for us all and that is to return to the Goddess in death. What matters most is what we do while we are here! May the Goddess grant the Gryffin wisdom as they pursue their Destiny. By bringing them to contemplate their actions, she might teach them that happiness and fulfillment are concerns of the present as well as the future. ~ S.J. Faerlind

I do not believe that any book should be denied to the man who possesses the wisdom to understand it, Bruno, but that does not mean I am confused about where truth lies. ~ S.J. Parris

Only the scenario writers are exempt. These are tied between the tails of two spirited Caucasian ponies, which are then driven off in opposite directions. This custom is called a conference. ~ S.J Perelman

You may be going through a season in your Christian experience when it seems as if God is silent. You may sense the sweetness of His presence, but He doesn't appear to be saying much of anything. More often than not we interpret this to mean that He's somehow upset with us. We think it's a sign of disapproval or separation. But I believe there are times when even our Bridegroom God steps back and simply admires us. Overcome with emotions for His bride, He is moved beyond words. This may stretch our imaginations, but this is how deeply He cares for us. ~ S.J. Hill

I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds. ~ S.J Perelman

I may be a dummy, but I'll never give up. ~ S.J. Romero

He is in love with the land that is always over
The next hill and the next, with the bird that is never,
Caught, with the room beyond the looking glass.
He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit,
The man in the fog, the road without an ending ... ~ A.S.J. Tessimond

Stupid, sexy vampire. He was making me all...girly. ~ S.J. Wright

Time is a creation of vague mind used to describe an unknown dimension in the 3D world. ~ Vishwanath S J

We're wearing masks, all of us, all of the time. We're presenting a face, a version of ourselves, to the world, to each other. We show a different face depending on who we're with and what they expect of us. Even when we're alone it's just another mask, the version of ourselves we'd prefer to be. ~ S.J. Watson

We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries. ~ S.J Perelman

Fiction is a vehicle to escapism. But fantasy, in my opinion, is escapism in its most vibrant and enchanting form. ~ S.J. Pierce

On the advice of my U.K. publishers, I chose a sexless anonymity and published my first five books under the semi-pseudonym, S. J. Bolton. I was happy. I could hide behind a genderless, classless persona and let my creepy, psychological murder-mysteries speak for themselves. ~ Sharon Bolton