“If this is what it's like to be human, he thought, no wonder the world is so fucked up.” — 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, bubbling with latent cancers, each cell wall ready too rupture like a cheap sandwich bag and spill its chemistry back into the soil. If people had to be trapped inside something, why not a robot made… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share
“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 by WELCOME TO signs with defiantly rural names—River Forest, Forest Glen, Glenview—and enough dales and groves and elms and oaks to populate Middle Earth. The flatlanders had been especially determined to tag every bump of land… — Daryl Gregory Copy Share
