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Just because somebody or something doesn’t look at the world the way you do doesn’t mean it’s stupid. It’s just different—
— Steve Perry
singer, singer-songwriter, film score composer
1949
Just because somebody or something doesn’t look at the world the way you do doesn’t mean it’s stupid. It’s just different—
We of the Shroud tend to believe in teaching those things we know we can teach, and in affairs of the heart—or gonads—there are no real experts. Love, like zen, cannot be learned, only felt.
Older doesn’t necessarily mean wiser, Emile, but it does mean older. More...experienced. More adept at dealing with the galaxy, at...taking care of oneself.
Khadaji only nodded. It didn’t matter to him if he passed the test or not. He wasn’t here to get a degree; he was here to learn.
“People, this is your weapon, not your gun.” He waved the Parker in the air. “This is for work.” He dropped one hand to touch himself on the crotch. “This is for fun. Don’t mistake one for the other. Those of you not male or electively equipped as such might remember that easier.”
The beast has long since stopped serving to become the master. The Confed did what governments were famed for: it made more government. To oppose it was treason, and worth death. Even a monster has fear.
He thought about the killing he’d seen, about his final participation in the slaughter on Maro. It still made him want to vomit, the thought of all those people ceasing to exist. Many religions had it that there was another life, another existence following the one known, but Khadaji held no faith in that idea. Maybe so, maybe not. It would be nice, but until it was proven, a person should make the best of his or her time on the physical plane.
Could he use the same excuse as the Confed—the end justified the means? Sometimes it did, of course, but could one ethically justify using the same methods as a deplored enemy, in order to get it to stop?
Of course, laws weren’t always just. Some rules outlawed a thing because it was intrinsically bad: child molestation, say. Other rules made harmless activities crimes only because someone wished them to be so. Take cohabitation on a religious holiday. On some worlds, it was legal on one day, illegal the next, and on the third, okay once again. Khadaji could see no moral dilemma there.
Rich people seldom run amok; They hire somebody to do that for them.
Young soldiers had a lot of expectations and fantasies about how it would be and what they would do and feel. Invariably wrong, those expectations.
It wasn’t a death wish. It was a see-how-close-you-can-get-and-live wish.
Truth is the first casualty in war, but communications is the second.
If it ain’t broke, don’t break it.
There are a lot of promises in the recycle bins of history.
Nobody is a born killer. And nobody ever forgets the first time they get laid, nor the first time they spike somebody.
“Everybody knows that.”“Assume for a moment that everybody is wrong.”
In the land of the unarmed, the man with a rock was king.
“One who searches for the definition ‘devious’ can find it listed under ‘human.’”
“You cheated!”“Then I’d have used some other tool. Knife, stick, a chair, whatever. Fighting fair gets you killed unless the other guy also fights fair and you are better than him and lucky. First rule: Don’t do it.
Shoot at us, we will nuke you all and let God sort out your radioactive dust.
“You ready to fly, Nancy?” Jo asked.“I been shot at. Not a problem if they don’t hit me. I am allowed to dodge, right?”
Never felt so alive as you did after you came out of a battle in one piece. And if you were dead? You wouldn’t feel that...
“Why would he do that?”“Because he is insane, a fool, a man so devious they will have to guard his corpse after he dies, or he’ll steal it himself!”
Droc was not particularly religious himself. If the gods responded to entreaties, they had never demonstrated it to him. Better his time was spent doing something that might work.
Death came for all, and it was never a matter of “if,” only “when.”
When he saw me look her over, he hinted that she might be willing to, ah, stay behind and work out details of the contract with me personally, no matter how long it might take.”Jo nodded. No surprise there. Sex had sold stuff ever since stuff had been around.
But was it not you who used to tell me that the more you knew, the better? That knowledge was the sharpest fang?
The good old days always seemed better in distant memory than they had actually been at the time.
Desire, she realized, was a thick fog that could completely obscure reality.
You’re not an ape, use a tool!
Well. You were allowed to be young and stupid, when you were young and stupid, and if it didn’t do you in, you might get older and wiser.
“The rules are different for rich men,” he said. “Always have been.”
He understood the phenomenon, of how almost dying made you appreciate what life had to offer. And it was a potent drug, that feeling. Battle was not glorious. But surviving it? That was.
A large bomb obscures a lot of evidence.
“We aren’t looking for trouble.”“Doesn’t mean you won’t find it.”
“So here we have the basic ingredients in the art of distraction,” Gunny said to Singh, as they walked toward the rendezvous point. “When in doubt, wait until dark, turn off the lights, and blow shit up.”
What they don’t know won’t hurt us...
The loudest sound on a battle field was click! when you were expecting bang! It was a never-ending wonder: What was going to go wrong next?
“How interesting,” Kay said. “The human capacity for denial sometimes seems to be quite large.”“Ain’t that the truth.”
Old enough to look as if he knew what to do, young enough to look as if he could do it.
He had thought about it. Mostly, after the fantasies, he had let it go. It was done, history. No point in bumping into the furniture while looking back over your shoulder.
Jo nodded. The Vastalimi were stoic about many things, death notwithstanding. People came and went, that was the way of it, and there was no need to be overly disturbed; nothing could be done to change the general pattern, only the individual ones. Everybody got onto the hoverbus, and eventually, everybody got off; the questions were, how long was the ride, and how did you leave?
When you worked in a profession whose tools included guns and bombs, death was always on the menu; only a matter of time until the order you placed arrived...
“Man proposes, God disposes,” Singh said.Both fems looked at him. He shrugged. “Whenever you run into a situation that you cannot control, we on Ananda often find it convenient to blame it on God.”
War had a way of making carpe diem seem valid no matter what you wanted to seize...
The injury that we do to a man must be such that we need not fear his vengeance.
Why is it people like us have to be the galaxy’s conscience?”“If you can see a problem, and you have the ability to fix it, it becomes your responsibility. It’s always been that way.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know it sucks.”“You didn’t create it, you just pointed it out. If I thought shooting the messenger would fix it, you’d already be bleeding out.”
Okay, I need to go places and shoot people.
