“It is very quiet. I set my chin into my palm and count my friends and wonder what else is hiding in… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“So I guess you could say Neel owes me a few favors, except that so many favors have passed between us now… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Thank you, Teobaldo. You are my greatest friend. This has been the key to everything.” — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Greatest among us are those who can deploy “my friend” to total strangers in a way that is not hollow, but somehow… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader. — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and worked on with care. All the secrets in the world worth… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“But it will make mistakes," she says. "Hadoop will probably get us from a hundred thousand buildings down to, like, five thousand." "So we're… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
You can go as far back as fifth grade, and you will find me tinkering with media and computers, making things that are a… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND. — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Baking, by contrast, was solving the same problem over and over again, because every time, the solution was consumed. I mean, really: chewed and… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“I tell him, and I write it down as I go. It makes me feel better, as if the weirdness is flowing out of… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
There's just no escaping it: The half-life of media on the Internet is super short. Tweets flow and fade; pages that look great today… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“My limbic system has grown accustomed to a certain (very low) level of human (female) contact. With her standing right next to me, her… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“The shelves were packed close together, and it felt like I was standing at the border of a forest--not a friendly Californian forest, either,… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“How was New York?' Ashley asks politely. I'm not sure how to respond. Something like: Well, the mustachioed master of the secret library is… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
We range widely, we readers of fiction, but I think we all need a home. Mine is science fiction. It's my home shelf, my… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Neel cuts in: "Where'd you grow up?" "Palo Alto," she says. From there to Stanford to Google: for a girl obsessed with the outer… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
