Frases de Greg Egan
Greg Egan
Fecha de nacimiento: 20. Agosto 1961
Greg Egan, nacido el 20 de agosto de 1961 en Perth . Matemático por formación y programador de computadoras por profesión, es más conocido por su faceta de escritor de novelas y relatos de ciencia ficción, en la que ha destacado en el panorama de los últimos años.
Egan está especializado en la llamada ciencia ficción dura, mezclando en sus historias de ficción temas matemáticos y metafísicos, como la naturaleza de la consciencia. Otros temas que ha tratado son la genética, la realidad simulada, la transferencia de mentes, la asexualidad y la inteligencia artificial. Algunos de sus relatos iniciales presentan fuertes elementos tomados del horror sobrenatural.
Entre los premios que ha recibido destacan el John W. Campbell Memorial de 1995 por Ciudad Permutación y los premios Hugo y Locus de 1998 al mejor relato por Oceanic.
Frases Greg Egan
„Somebody out there, show your compassion, come and kill me. Cut me free and watch me slowly shrivel, or slice me up and flush me down a toilet. Any way you like, I don't mind. Come on! You do it for your youngest children, you do it for your sick old parents. Come and do it for me. I can tell you'd like it. Don't be nervous, lovers! You'll never be found out, if that's what's holding you back: I'll stay silent to the end, be it swift or slow. Come on, people! I'm totally defenceless. Hurry up! Don't be shy. You have the right. You made me, you created me, so you know you have the right.“
— Greg Egan
[http://eidolon.net/?story=The%20Demons%20Passage The Demon's Passage], published in Eidolon (Winter 1991)
„Yes, I'm complacent now, with my well enough paid job, with a wife I can almost talk to, with a three-year-old son all dark eyes and tousled hair and endearing clumsiness. We go driving on Sunday afternoons, through suburbs just like our own, past houses just like our own, an endlessly recurring, mesmerising daydream under the flawless blue sky. And I whistle an old song of yours, even if I never dare let the words past my lips:There's nothing wrong with The Family
That a flame-thrower can't fix
And there's nothing wrong with the salt of the Earth
That couldn't be cured with a well-aimed BRICK.</blockquote“
— Greg Egan
[http://www.infinityplus.co.uk/stories/worth.htm Worthless], published in the anthology In Dreams (1992)
„The swell was gently lifting and lowering the boat. My breathing grew slower, falling into step with the creaking of the hull, until I could no longer tell the difference between the faint rhythmic motion of the cabin and the sensation of filling and emptying my lungs. It was like floating in darkness: every inhalation buoyed me up, slightly; every exhalation made me sink back down again.“
— Greg Egan
[http://gregegan.customer.netspace.net.au/OCEANIC/Complete/Oceanic.html Oceanic], ch. 1
„My retainers keep me on ice. Dry ice. It slows my metabolism, takes the edge off my appetite, slightly. I lie, bound with heavy chains, between two great slabs of it, naked and sweating, trying to sleep through the torment of a summer's day.
They've given me the local fall-out shelter, the very deepest room they could find, as I requested. Yet my senses move easily through the earth and to the surface, out across the lazy, warm suburbs, restless emissaries skimming the sun-soaked streets. If I could rein them in I would, but the instinct that drives them is a force unto itself, a necessary consequence of what I am and the reason I was brought into being.
Being, I have discovered, has certain disadvantages. I intend seeking compensation, just as soon as the time is right.“
— Greg Egan
[http://gregegan.customer.netspace.net.au/HORROR/NEIGHBOUR/Neighbour.html Neighbourhood Watch]
„There are moments when my mind misses a beat. I find myself, in mid-step or mid-breath, feeling as if delivered abruptly into my body after a long absence (spent where, I could not say), or a long, dreamless sleep. I lose not my memory, merely my thread. My attention has inexplicably wandered, but a little calm introspection restores my context and brings me peace. Almost peace.“
— Greg Egan
[http://gregegan.customer.netspace.net.au/HORROR/VAMPIRES/Vampires.html Mind Vampires], published in Interzone (Winter 1986)
„Every night, at exactly a quarter past three, something dreadful happens on the street outside our bedroom window. We peek through the curtains, yawning and shivering in the life-draining chill, and then we clamber back beneath the blankets without exchanging a word, to hug each other tightly and hope for sound sleep before it's time to rise.
Usually what we witness verges on the mundane. Drunken young men fighting, swaying about with outstretched knives, cursing incoherently. Robbery, bashings, rape. We wince to see such violence, but we can hardly be shocked or surprised any more, and we're never tempted to intervene: it's always far too cold, for a start! A single warm exhalation can coat the window pane with mist, transforming the most stomach-wrenching assault into a safely cryptic ballet for abstract blobs of light.
On some nights, though, when the shadows in the room are subtly wrong, when the familiar street looks like an abandoned film set, or a painting of itself perversely come to life, we are confronted by truly disturbing sights, oppressive apparitions which almost make us doubt we're awake, or, if awake, sane. I can't catalogue these visions, for most, mercifully, are blurred by morning, leaving only a vague uneasiness and a reluctance to be alone even in the brightest sunshine.“
— Greg Egan
[http://gregegan.customer.netspace.net.au/HORROR/SCATTER/Scatter.html Scatter My Ashes], published in Interzone (Spring 1988)
„Gambling is a kind of tax: a tax on stupidity. A tax on greed. Some money changes hands at random, but the net cash flow always goes one way - to the Government, to the casino operators, to the bookies, to the crime syndicates. If you ever do win, you won't have won against them. They'll still be getting their share. You'll have won against all the penniless losers, that's all.“
— Greg Egan
Eugene
„Everyone here would die for the sake of truth. Everyone here lies constantly for the tiniest chance of personal gain. This is what it means to be a scientist.“
— Greg Egan
[http://eidolon.net/?story=The%20Demons%20Passage The Demon's Passage]
„Still, for the first time in our lives, we would have been through exactly the same experience, from exactly the same point of view -- even if the experience was only spending eight hours locked in separate rooms, and the point of view was that of a genderless robot with an identity crisis.“
— Greg Egan
Closer
„There are times when it’s worth putting aside the endless myopic navel-gazing that occupies so much literature, in order to look out at the universe itself and value it for what it is.“
— Greg Egan
[http://rlemay.com.au/greg-egan-the-big-interview/ Interview with Renai LeMay]
