Andrej Bjelakovic

“I still feel that most F/SF is aimed at people who refuse to grow up. This is ironical because the proportion of genre readers who refuse to grow up has actually gone down a little since I made those criticisms. (I should remind people that I was by no means the first to make them.) What locks the field into juvenility these days is not writer/reader feedback: it's the intense determination of corporate publishers to maintain an audience of extended adolescents. People who don't grow up properly buy more things, especially hacky-slashy faery Game Boy virtual world-building sorts of things.”
― M. John Harrison

“Every subject has its canonical history, usually sold to beginners as a sequence of revolutionary vignettes, each associated with a ‘pioneer’.”
― Roger Lass, Historical Linguistics and Language Change

“Seth was giving the chauffeur his instructions, and
in this pause just before their adventure really began,
Flora gazed up searchingly at the windows of the farm-
house. ***They were dead as the eyes of fishes,
reflecting the dim, pallid blue of the fading west. The
crenellated line of the roof thrust blind ledges against
a sky into which the infusion of the darkness was
already beginning to seep. The livid silver tongues
of the early stars leaped between the shapes of the
chinmey-pots, backwards and forwards, like idiot
children dancing to a forgotten tune.”
― Stella Gibbons

“Having now been in the trenches for five months, I had passed my prime. For the first three weeks, an officer was of little use in the front line... Between three weeks and four weeks he was at his best, unless he happened to have any particular bad shock or sequence of shocks. Then his usefulness gradually declined as neurasthenia developed. At six months he was still more or less all right; but by nine or ten months, unless he had been given a few weeks' rest on a technical course, or in hospital, he usually became a drag on the other company officers. After a year or fifteen months he was often worse than useless.”
― Robert Graves, Goodbye to All That