“The problem with getting old was that each day had to compete with the thousands of others gone by. How wonderful would… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“The problem with getting old was that each day had to compete with the thousands of others gone by. How wonderful would… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“The human egg is a Mrs. Bennet, desperate to marry off her daughters...It is a truth universally acknowledged that a sperm must be in… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“He lit the cigarette and inhaled gratefully. "You want one?" "No thanks. Had a touch of the cancer a few years ago." "What kind?"… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“startled awake. Ollie froze for a moment, staring in his direction. The kid scrunched his face and yawned like a bear. I said to… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“Fayza leaned in, squinting, as if she didn’t hear me correctly: one of the library of power moves that adults used to signal that… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“The business travelers, however, were all business, from their business jacket to their business skirts and their skinny business shoes. They sliced through the… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
Every other writer's process is sort of vaguely scary and appalling. — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“There was a scientist who did not believe in gods or fairies or supernatural creatures of any sort. But she had once known an… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“What was the point of being a mind anchored to this read weight-or dying weight, that was it, a blooby mass already becoming old,… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“A BS in any neuroscience without a master's or PhD was a three-legged dog of a degree: pitiable, adorable, and capable of inspiring applause… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“Frankie did as he was told. He popped the last three cubes form a tray and slid the empty container back into the freezer.… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
“Then they were off again, across the unbroken sprawl of Chicagoland, a single city made up of interlocking strip malls, decorated at random intervals… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share Image
