Robin Sloan quotes:
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I loved The Chronicles of Narnia. I loved The Chronicles of Prydain. Basically, 'Chronicles of' - I was in!
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Kat bought a New York Times but couldn't figure out how to operate it, so now she's fiddling with her phone.
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America pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.
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(about Kindles) I have one and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor!
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I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.
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It turns out Dungeons & Dragons is much better on paper than it is in reality.
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Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader.
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A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
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You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.
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He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.
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Why does the typical adventuring group consist of a wizard, a warrior, and a rogue, anyway? It should really be a wizard, a warrior, and a rich guy. Otherwise who's going to pay for all the swords and spells and hotel rooms?
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Neel takes a sharp breath and I know exactly what it means. It means: I have waited my whole life to walk through a secret passage built into a bookshelf.
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So I guess you could say Neel owes me a few favors, except that so many favors have passed between us now that they are no longer distinguishable as individual acts, just a bright haze of loyalty. OUr friendship is a nebula. (34)
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Corvina must have been so different then ... really literally a different person. At what point do you make that call? At what point should you just give someone a new name? Sorry, no, you don't get to be Corvina anymore. Now you're Corvina 2.0 - a dubious upgrade.
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...I can't stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.
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He asked <...> Rosemary, why do you love books so much? And I said, Well, I don't know <...> I suppose I love them because they're quiet, and I can take them to the park.
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I've never listened to an audiobook before, and I have to say it's a totally different experience. When you read a book, the story definitely takes place in your head. When you listen, it seems to happen in a little cloud all around it, like a fuzzy knit cap pulled down over your eyes
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After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
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Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.
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... nothing lasts long. We all come to life and gather allies and build empires and die, all in a single moment - maybe a single pulse of some giant processor somewhere.
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All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.
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Are there sexual fetishes that involve books? There must be. I try not to imagine how they might work.
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But I kept at it with the help-wanted ads. My standards were sliding swiftly. At first I had insisted I would only work at a company with a mission I believed in. Then I thought maybe it would be fine as long as I was learning something new. After that I decided it just couldn't be evil. Now I was carefully delineating my personal definition of evil.
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I feel a little whirl of dislocation -- the trademark sensation of the world being more closely knit together than you expected
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I walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. I'd probably just google it.
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If this sounds impressive to you, you're over thirty.
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Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of analogies in the thirty-first century.
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Our books still do not require batteries. But I am no fool. It is a slender advantage.
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So I switch to my MacBook and make my rounds: news sites, blogs, tweets. I scroll back to find the conversations that happened without me during the day. When every single piece of media you consume is time-shifted, does that mean it's actually you that's time-shifted?
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Some of them are working very hard indeed. "What are they doing?" "My boy!" he said, eyebrows raised. As if nothing could be more obvious. "They are reading!
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The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.
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Then: I google "time-series visualization" and start work on a new version of my model, thinking that maybe I can impress her with a prototype. I am really into the kind of girl you can impress with a prototype.
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There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.
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This girl has the spark of life. This is my primary filter for new friends (girl- and otherwise) and the highest compliment I can pay. I've tried many times to figure out exactly what ignites it -- what cocktail of characteristics come together in the cold, dark cosmos to form a star. I know it's mostly in the face -- not just the eyes, but the brow, the cheeks, the mouth, and the micromuscles that connect them all. Kat's micromuscles are very attractive.
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Walking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.
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When every single piece of media you consume is time-shifted, does that mean it's actually you that's time-shifted?
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Your life must be an open city, with all sorts of ways to wander in.