Jim C. Hines

“Are you a doctor?”

“Better. I’m a librarian.”

Human ignorance has never needed help.

You don’t do what’s right because you know it will work out. You do it because you know it’s right.

Those forced to make impossible choices are rarely loved. If it’s approval and reputation you care about, then you have no place here.

The nice thing about people like Jellybean Man was that I knew exactly where I stood. There was no subtlety, no subterfuge or second-guessing. It was a refreshing change from talking to politicians.

In short, Fahrenheit 451 was never meant to be an instruction manual.

“Your fear is all too human. Accept it, but as you walk this path, let your hope guide you.”

“And what if hope guides me off the edge of a cliff?”

“I said let hope guide you. I never said stop paying attention to where you’re going.”

If there ever comes a day when I deliberately embrace ignorance, I’ll have lived one day too long.

History is the world’s most egotistical gossip.

The hotel offered a complimentary continental breakfast. My first thought upon seeing it was rather less than complimentary.

You want to know if it was worth it. I can’t answer that, Isaac. We can know what was, but not what might have been.

“This is the worst excess of conjecture and wishful thinking,” snapped Jackson. “We don’t know if Isaac is capable of any of this.”

“He believes he is,” said Bi Wei.

“I once met a woman who believed she was abducted by aliens who looked like the Teletubbies,” Jackson shot back. “That doesn’t make it true.”