Speculative Fiction Quotes

Speculative Fiction Quote of the day

I wrote speculative fiction because I loved to read it, and thought I could do better than some of the people who were getting published.

Speculative fiction is where my heart lies. It's what I read growing up, and it's what I read as an adult.

Speculative fiction encompasses that which we could actually do. Sci-fi is that which we're probably not going to see.

If you write thrillers or mysteries or horror fiction or quote-unquote speculative fiction, men might read you, and the 'Times' might notice you.

First contact comes not by hand of man, but by metal of machine.

Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen tablewith a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic effect he hoped for hadn’t happened, though. At least not yet.

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty, " he mumbled to himself, "now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.

With timid curiosity, I asked, “what do you mean the old bodies get reused?

[sic] his reaction was a sign of civilization. Nobody reaches for a gun anymore, just for his lawyer.

Koji pulled Ruben onto the next cog. Together, they became part of the space between things.

Reality worked its way into my dreams where it wasn’t welcome.

People won't change until the pain of not changing is greater than the pain changing brings.

Matt shrugged. It was a good shrug, too. All it was missing was a beret, a stripy shirt and a Gauloise cigarette.

You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.

The sky is the limit only for those who aren't afraid to fly!

I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

The future is already here - it's just not evenly distributed.

In the desert there is no sign that says, 'Thou shalt not eat stones.

Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.

As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story.

One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.

It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath

Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers, moving ever so lightly with the draft.

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

The gentle pulsing and flickering of stars and nebulae made a kind of music, a sweet easy mesh of whispered tones and sighing harmonies that held him in its force like the earth [holding] the moon.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

All because I fell in love with a madman.

One second she’s all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.