Frases de Dan Simmons

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“Le disgustaba morir, y no quería morir más de lo necesario.”

“No tengo que contarle que Martha siguió engordando durante cada embarazo y posteriormente. Después de que naciera William, ella ya no fingió que pudiera despojarse del enorme peso que colgaba de su cuerpo como grandes masas de grasa. Parecía que había abandonado el cuidado de su aspecto. Una vez escribí de Martha R. que era un bello espécimen del tipo de chica que me gustaba: "La auténtica chica carnosa inglesa, alimentada con carne de buey". Pero todo aquel buey que la alimentaba tuvo un efecto predecible. Si me hubiesen pedido que reescribiese aquella frase en 1874, habría dicho: "Es el perfecto espécimen de enorme buey inglés carnoso y alimentado con carne de chica".”

“Fue la época más cálida y febril de un verano cálido y febril. Los excrementos de tres millones de londinenses apestaban en las alcantarillas abiertas, incluida la mayor de nuestras alcantarillas (a pesar de que aquel año los ingenieros habían intentado inaugurar un elaborado sistema de alcantarillas subterráneas): el Támesis. Decenas de miles de londinenses dormían en sus porches o balcones, esperando la lluvia. Pero cuando cayó la lluvia fue como una ducha caliente, que se limitó a añadir una capa de humedad al calor. Julio se abatía sobre Londres aquel verano como una manta pesada y húmeda.”

“Si un escritor se pone muy enfermo, todo se detiene. Si se muere, su "negocio" se acaba para siempre. En este sentido, la carrera de un escritor popular se parece más a la de un famoso actor, pero hasta el actor más famoso tiene un suplente. Un escritor no. Nadie puede sustituirle. Su voz personal lo es todo. Y esto es especialmente cierto en el caso de una escritor popular que ya está en proceso de ser publicado por entregas en una revista de tirada nacional.”

“Kassad reparó en las inquisitivas cejas arqueadas, las pequeñas orejas que había besado tantas veces. La blanda garganta donde había apoyado las mejillas para escuchar sus palpitaciones. Kassad la apuntó con el rifle. —¿Quién eres? —preguntó ella. La voz era tan suave y sensual como él recordaba, el acento igualmente elusivo. Con el dedo en el gatillo, Kassad titubeó. Habían hecho el amor veintenas de veces, se habían conocido durante años en sus sueños y el paisaje de las simulaciones militares. Pero si ella en efecto retrocedía en el tiempo… —Lo”

“I was not surprised to wake up alive. I suppose one is surprised only when one awakens dead.”

“And the sad fact is that all nanotech life out of our control—out of anyone’s control. The essence of nanotech life’s evolution is autonomy, self-will, and goals which have nothing to do with those of the harboring life form.
Humanity, you mean, said Lourdusamy.
Precisely.”

““What was the Depression?”
“Bad economic times in their pure capitalist nation-state,” Aenea said. “Remember, the economy wasn’t really global then, and it depended upon private money institutions called banks, gold reserves, and the value of physical money—actual coins and pieces of paper that were supposed to be worth something. It was all a consensual hallucination, of course, and in the 1930s, the hallucination turned nightmare.””

“The place was part museum, part library, and part archive; I loved it at first sight…and smell, for here there were thousands of printed books, many very old indeed, and nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.”

“The future is never written…only penciled in.”

“I learned that poets aren’t God, but if there is a God…or anything approaching a God…he’s a poet. And a failed one at that.”

“Sol found their tracts the usual combination of double talk and navel lint-gathering common to most religions.”

“The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer.”

““What?”
“Never mind. It will make sense when it comes about. All improbabilities do when probability waves collapse into event.””

“Life is brutal that way…the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.”

“Why am I seeking logic or sanity here? I'd asked myself at the moment. There hasn’t been any so far.”

“To see and feel one’s beloved naked for the first time is one of life’s pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include that truth of contact or be forever hollow. To make love to the one true person who deserves that love is one of the few absolute rewards of being a human being, balancing all of the pain, loss, awkwardness, loneliness, idiocy, compromise, and clumsiness that go with the human condition. To make love to the right person makes up for a lot of mistakes.”

“He knew what had to be done. It is not always the same as knowing what to do.”

“There would be no more offerings. Not this day. Not any day. Humankind had suffered enough for its love of gods, its long search for God. He thought of the many centuries in which his people, the Jews, had negotiated with God, complaining, bickering, decrying the unfairness of things but always—always—returning to obedience at whatever the cost. Generations dying in the ovens of hatred. Future generations scarred by the cold fires of radiation and renewed hatred.
Not this time. Not ever again.”

“Sarai had treasured every stage of Rachel’s childhood, enjoying the day-to-day normalcy of things; a normalcy which she quietly accepted as the best of life. She had always felt that the essence of human experience lay not primarily in the peak experiences, the wedding days and the triumphs which stood out in the memory like dates circled in red on old calendars, but, rather, in the unself-conscious flow of little things—the weekend afternoon with each member of the family engaged in his or her own pursuit, their crossing and connections casual, dialogues imminently (sic) forgettable, but the sum of such hours creating a synergy which was important and eternal.”

“Those who ignore history’s lessons in the ultimate folly of war are forced to do more than relive them…they may be forced to die by them.”

“I realized that night the import and the terrible difficulty in the task ahead of me—in keeping this child safe from the sharp edges of a strange and indifferent universe.
I think that is was on this alien and storm-tossed night that I first understood what it might be like to be a parent.”

“Twenty kilometers. At an average speed of 120 klicks per hour, we should cover the distance in ten minutes. Ten freezing, adrenaline-pumping, gorge-rising, terror-beating-against-the-ribs, react-in-a-microsecond-or-die seconds.”

“There is something about raising a child that helps to sharpen one’s sense of what is real.”

“De Soya blinks. “Suicide is a mortal sin,” he says.
On the screen the girl nods seriously. “Yes,” she says, “but I am not a Christian. Also, I'd rather go to hell than go with you.””

“Another friend, a child psychologist from the college, once commented that Rachel at age five showed the most reliable indicators of true giftedness in a young person: structured curiosity, empathy for others, compassion, and a fierce sense of fair play.”

“Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become.”

“Christ may have lost his faith for a few seconds; He did not sell it in the marketplace for the trinkets of ego and curiosity.”

“Sometimes,” said General Morpurgo, taking her hand, “dreams are all that separate us from the machines.”

“These were not religious fanatics, I saw, not mindless servants or self-punishing ascetics, but were, instead, row upon row of intelligent, questioning, alert young men and women.”

“We know for a fact that the Buddha refused to speculate with his disciples on whether there was such a thing such as life after death. ‘Such questions,’ he said, ‘are not relevant to the practice of the Path and cannot be answered while bound by the restraints of human existence.’ Most of Buddhism, you see, gentlemen, can be explored, appreciated, and utilized as a tool toward enlightenment without descending into the supernatural.”

“If one is to observe, M. Endymion, one must be in the proper place to observe.”

“I ached everywhere. It was hard to separate the dull agony of the shattered leg from the ache in my head and my back and my guts. My skull felt as if there were a ball of mercury in it that shifted ponderously long seconds after my head itself turned. The vertigo made me sick again, but I had nothing left to vomit. I hung on the tangle of branches and contemplated the glories of adventure.”

“How about,” she said, “that you do the logical thing because it’s the logical thing to do?”