Robert Charles Wilson Quotes
We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.428, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.1, Macmillan
There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.
Robert Charles Wilson (2014). “The Chronoliths”, p.224, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2007). “Axis”, p.235, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2009). “Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America”, p.176, Macmillan
You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing matters.
Robert Charles Wilson (2009). “Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America”, p.41, Macmillan
Promises were like bad checks, easy to write and hard to cash.
Robert Charles Wilson (2004). “Blind Lake”, p.114, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2014). “The Chronoliths”, p.272, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.286, Tor Books
Does it strike you, Mr. Keller, that we live every day in the science fiction of our youth?
Robert Charles Wilson (2000). “The Perseids and Other Stories”, p.124, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2007). “Axis”, p.81, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2004). “Blind Lake”, p.163, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2004). “Blind Lake”, p.222, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.261, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2000). “The Perseids and Other Stories”, p.26, Macmillan
We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.438, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2007). “Axis”, p.100, Macmillan
One doesn't have to understand in order to look. One has to look, in order to understand.
Robert Charles Wilson (2000). “The Perseids and Other Stories”, p.79, Macmillan
"Julian Comstock: A Story of the 22nd Century". Book by Robert Charles Wilson, June 1, 2009.
Average people seldom talked about anything interesting and often hurt each other savagely.
Robert Charles Wilson (2007). “Axis”, p.107, Macmillan
Robert Charles Wilson (2013). “Blind Lake”, p.117, Hachette UK
It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel's ass.
Robert Charles Wilson (2010). “Spin”, p.204, Macmillan