Author of quotes: Robin Sloan

He loses track of time. The whole universe is compressed in an almost philosophical darkness of the pipe, in its spatial-temporal curve, which he measures with eyes and feet.

At this altitude, he already sees the ceiling can make the ceiling really is, a string of dark shelves are not infinite.

The bookstore is evaluated not according to his income, and his friends, "he explains," and then we are truly rich.

Drugs, music, new age has come... you come in an old book.

You pay for what you read classics, books that would become classics, if they owned not a library Electroplating, and any other.

They don't celebrate birthdays, never in my life did you get my gift on the tenth of December. Instead, you give the book on the anniversary of their authors.

To turn around and leave. But... it's a bookstore.

Bulky volumes that live on these shelves, look much more serious than those books that are on the mind, and the audience seems to not touch them - though, perhaps, involves the visitor in the dark is a kind of secret action.

Glimpses of faces and hands, dark hair, behind the misty glass all blurry, as on the canvases of the Impressionists.

My favorite books - akin to the open cities where you can wander any of the paths.

The world is only a mosaic of different crazy sects, each with their secret dungeons, their archives, their laws.

Didn't know people your age still read books - says the Penumbra.
He raises an eyebrow. - I was under the impression that everyone is reading from mobile phones.
- Not all. There are a lot of people, you know, those who still like the smell of books.
- The smell! - repeats the Penumbra. - When you talk about the smell, consider it a tobacco.

If you need to save a message for the ages, how to achieve this? Carve it in stone? Cut on gold? Or you can compose a message so powerful that people will not be able to pass it on to future generations? Maybe build it on the basis of religion, to use human souls? Maybe, for example, to establish a secret society?

In our time, the phone brings only bad news. All these "you are overdue student loan" or "your uncle Chris got to the hospital." Something cool or exciting, like an invitation to a party or in a secret project, comes via the Internet.