“ We couldn't trust them. They couldn't trust us. Mutual attempts at destruction are the only logical result . He thought of… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“You're not like other Wasps." "Aren't I?" Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. "No doubt you've killed my kinsmen by the score."… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“The ice had been retreating. Humanity had sprung back swiftly, expanded, fought its small wars, re-industrialized, tripping constantly over reminders of what the species… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
Progress is made by the improvement of people, not the improvement of machines. — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“ We couldn't trust them. They couldn't trust us. Mutual attempts at destruction are the only logical result . He thought of human dreams… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“Back in Seven Trees, the remaining local males are hard at work. Some have fled, but most of the evacuees are female. Males are… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“there is a depth to life beyond the simple dimensions that she can perceive and calculate in, and so . . . who knows?” — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“The past is no man’s clay for remodelling. It is fired the moment it is moulded, alas. I” — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“We do not respect our enemies; we despair of them. Your struggle, your fierce will to prevail in spite of all, we do not… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“I have taken on many Understandings in my life [...]. I have listened to another Messenger's incomprehensible signals in the night. The thing you… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“Justice is like some unnatural hybrid flower you people have bred. It will not live long unless you keep it sheltered and warm.” — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“Mankind brooks no competitors, She has explained to them – not even its own reflection. For” — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“It took a long time to work out how to do it, but in the end she was only information, after all. Everything is… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
