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… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind. — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crèche, learning to… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
“At the time, he told his children to watch themselves, to understand that the tides of conservatism came and went and if they could… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
“Doctor Mahfouz was always yammering on about how everyone had humanity in them. From Mahlia’s experience, the doctor was sliding high, but now, as… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power. — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
“Believing is for Santa Claus, right? It's for Tooth Fairies. It's for your boyfriend when he says he's never met anyone like you and… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans. — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
“Maybe it will die on its own, a hopeful voice whispered, but the general suppressed the thought. Wishes were for victims.” — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
I used to love reading, but since I've started writing, it's harder for me to immerse, because I spend so much time looking at… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
