Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
Paolo Bacigalupi
A gamble. Everything was a damn gamble. Betting against luck and the Fates, again and again, and again. She kept walking, waiting for the bullet.
fate
I'm a chess piece. A pawn,' she said. 'I can be sacrificed, but I cannot be captured. To be captured would be the end of the game.
chess quote
Some things, it was better not to think about. It just made you mad and angry.
anger thoughts
Her face was smeared with mud and blood and ash. Just another bit of debris in the wreckage of war.
war
We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your potential fully upon it.
life nature inspirational potential
Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crèche, learning to respect but never yield to. Pain was simply a message, telling him which limbs he could still use to slaughter his enemies, how far he could still run, and what his chances were in the next battle.
pain
But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.
reality
Suicide is not something I owe you or yours.
suicide
The thought burrowed into her heart as darkness fell. It coiled in her guts as she wedged herself amongst the boughs of a tree to sleep. And in the morning, it woke with her and clung to her back, riding on her shoulders as she climbed down, hungry and exhausted from nightmares.
guilt nightmares
Tool wondered if the girl was going mad. It happened to people. Sometimes they saw too much and their minds went away. They lost the will to survive. They curled up and surrendered to madness.
madness
Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans.
mercy
Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it's a lot smokier and less defined.
short-story short-stories
politics doubt men power
Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?
nature
Every time he makes plans for his future, he seems to fail. Every time he reaches forward, the world leans against him, pressing him down.
plans thetimes time
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