Robin Sloan Quotes
Walking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.
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.
... 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.
Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader.
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.
Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.
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.
A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
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.
America pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.
When every single piece of media you consume is time-shifted, does that mean it's actually you that's time-shifted?
...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.
I loved The Chronicles of Narnia. I loved The Chronicles of Prydain. Basically, 'Chronicles of' - I was in!
I feel a little whirl of dislocation -- the trademark sensation of the world being more closely knit together than you expected
Are there sexual fetishes that involve books? There must be. I try not to imagine how they might work.
(about Kindles) I have one and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor!
The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.
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!
I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.
Kat bought a New York Times but couldn’t figure out how to operate it, so now she’s fiddling with her phone.
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.
He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.
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.
A fellowship of secret scholars spent five hundred years on this task. Now we're penciling it in for a Friday morning.
I always thought the key to immortality would be, like, tiny robots fixing things in your brain, ” she says. “Not books.
Now, for the first time in my life, I empathize 100 percent with Fluff McFly. My heart is beating at hamster-speed and I am throwing my eyes around the room, looking for some way out.
There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care.
Of course, of course. Drugs, music, a new age dawning … and you came for an old book.
The internet: always proving that you're not quite as special as you suspected.
All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.
Its circumference was tiny, but he had a life, and he would not give it up.
He's like a storybook spirit, a little djinn or something, except instead of air or water his element is imagination.
People want things to be real. If you give them an excuse, they'll believe you.
