The Mysteries are the Mysteries, and ultimately personal maybe the most personal thing in the universe. Evangelism, in my opinion, is a failure of the imagination. Beware of prophets: the best visions are the ones they leave in the desert. Robert Charles Wilson More Quotes by Robert Charles Wilson More Quotes From Robert Charles Wilson Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit. Robert Charles Wilson lyingchildrenart You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing matters. Robert Charles Wilson mattermistakethinking We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced. Robert Charles Wilson bornstranger I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry. Robert Charles Wilson worstkindignorance And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it. Robert Charles Wilson dreadfear-of-deathabsence Consciousness," according to current scientific thought, was something the higher mammals had evolved in order to help them reproduce, much the way a garden slug secretes slime. It had no special ontological status. The "self" was a genetically modulated and biologically useful illusion. Robert Charles Wilson gardenselforder From this new point of view, the universe I had inhabited became an object I could perceive in its entirety. It was a hypersphere embedded in a cloud of alternative states - the sum of all possible quantum trajectories from the big bang to the decay of matter. "Reality" - history as we had known or inferred it - was only the most likely of these possible trajectories. There were countless others, real in a different sense: a vast but finite set of paths not taken, a ghostly forest of quantum alternatives, the shores of an unknown sea. Robert Charles Wilson takenrealclouds What had been released into the desert vacuum and starry oases of the galaxy was the inexorable logic of reproduction and natural selection. What followed was parasitism, predation, symbiosis, interdependency chaos, complexity, life. Robert Charles Wilson oasisvacuumsdesert Since Deacon Hollingshead's arrival in town last July the Dominion had been hard at work, cleansing New York City of moral corruption. "Corruption" is a popular word with the enthusiasts of the Dominion, usually uttered as a prelude to the knife, the docket, or the noose. Robert Charles Wilson julyknivesnew-york I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise. Robert Charles Wilson pursuitmonetaryfashion These movies belonged to the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries that period of great, unsustainable, and hedonistic prosperity, driven by the burning of Earth's reserves of perishable oil, which culminated in the False Tribulation, and the wars, and the plagues, and the painful dwindling of inflated populations to more reasonable numbers. Robert Charles Wilson oilnumberswar I believed there were no Hypotheticals in the sense of consciously acting agents - conscious entities. There was only the process. The needles of evolution, endlessly knitting. Robert Charles Wilson agentsknittingacting Along with a dozen other students I had dissected a human cadaver and sorted its contents by size, color, function, and weight. There was nothing pleasant about the experience. Its only consolation was its truth and its only virtue was its utility. Robert Charles Wilson cadaverscolorweight Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere. Robert Charles Wilson landfall Nobody wants to conduct an autopsy on a dead saint. Robert Charles Wilson autopsysaintwant Times like this, with the wind moving the grass and curling around her like a huge cool hand, Tess felt the world as a second presence, as another person, as if the wind and the grass had voices of their own and she could hear them talking. Robert Charles Wilson talkinghandsmoving It was possible at last to hear the silence to appreciate that there was a silence, deep and potent, out there beyond the pretension of the light. Robert Charles Wilson appreciatesilencelight There's no drug that'll make a stupid man smart. Robert Charles Wilson smartstupidmen Ah, books." Ziegler, smiling, came up behind me. "They bob like corks on an ocean. Float between worlds, messages in bottles. Robert Charles Wilson oceanbookworld Does it strike you, Mr. Keller, that we live every day in the science fiction of our youth? Robert Charles Wilson youthdoefiction
