S.J. Kincaid Quotes & Sayings

Have you ever observed a tiger? A true breed like the ones in the Chrysanthemum? Not those kittenish sorts like those in our cloisters. They're all muscle and sinew, with jaws powerful enough to break the strongest man, yet if you see them stalk prey, if you see them hunt- the sheer strength gives them more grace than the most refined of delicate creatures. That's Nemesis. — S.J. Kincaid

What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted.

"That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like? — S.J. Kincaid

No wonder the sky had to be blotted out by advertisements. The stars drowned with lights. If everyone could see beyond Coalition horizons, perhaps they'd see the titans of humanity for what they were: tiny creatures, smaller than insects, and in the scale of things, every bit as insignificant. — S.J. Kincaid

It's terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny. — S.J. Kincaid

Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time."

Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function? — S.J. Kincaid

Everyone believed Diabolics were fearless, but in my earliest years, all I knew was fear. — S.J. Kincaid

Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat.

"What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine."

"You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude."

Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?"

Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before."

"Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing."

"That's not what I said! — S.J. Kincaid

They'd taken everything. Everything, and people simply had let them. People had meekly surrendered the world to them in hopes those CEOs would finally have enough, finally have reason to leave them be. But Tom knew better. — S.J. Kincaid

What's a treaty? It's a piece of paper. An agreement means nothing in itself. It's the power to force others to comply with that agreement - that's all that counts. That's the sham of this whole thing."
- General Marsh — S.J. Kincaid

Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me? — S.J. Kincaid

Who's chasing you?
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises. — S.J. Kincaid

I do. I love you, Tyrus. — S.J. Kincaid

People spoke so reverently of affection. For me, it seemed a torment. I couldn't believe people enjoyed these feelings. How could someone relish this excruciating need to secure a claim on another human? — S.J. Kincaid

I looked at the stone, fragmented and cratered by my rage and jealousy. So this was a visual representation of a Diabolic's affection, then: an ugly, broken, blood-spattered stone. — S.J. Kincaid

That was when I realized for the first time that Sidonia Impyrean - meek, fearful, shy, and gentle - could be indomitable. — S.J. Kincaid

Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!"

Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time! — S.J. Kincaid

He felt like anything was possible around her, like his life meant more, like he meant more. — S.J. Kincaid

If he was her murderer, I had a lifetime to figure it out. I could avenge her tomorrow if I learned he'd done it. I could avenge her in ten years if I learned in ten years, and I'd have ten beautiful years before that. I would always mourn Sidonia, but I had survived this loss once and I could survive it again. — S.J. Kincaid

If there was a horse and the horse looked like you, I would find that horse attractive. — S.J. Kincaid

You've downloaded this information," Cromwell said briskly, "so let's make sure you understand it. We've been examining the evolution of combat, weaponry, and tactics. History has shown one simple fact: people are people. Period. All the technology and progress in the world can't change the fundamentals of human nature. There will always be war as long as human beings are capable of envy, hatred, and fear. — S.J. Kincaid

He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop laughing at yourself. — S.J. Kincaid

We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being. — S.J. Kincaid

Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other.
Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path. — S.J. Kincaid

Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance. — S.J. Kincaid

Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a scented candle and told me how babies are made. — S.J. Kincaid

There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he'd found something permanent - everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly. — S.J. Kincaid

That smile of hers could seriously crash planes. — S.J. Kincaid

The Emperor wishes me to send my innocent little lamb to the slaughter. No. Instead, I'll send him my anaconda. — S.J. Kincaid

But then, I've always believed love is the most volatile substance in the universe. It erupts, it incinerates, and then it simply flames out. . . . — S.J. Kincaid

Ow, that hurts! It hurts like being in Connecticut! — S.J. Kincaid

Oh, and I died horribly at your hands. Gruesome murder is always a foundation for a beautiful friendship! — S.J. Kincaid

Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to say.

"How's it going? — S.J. Kincaid

There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out.

"Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform."

"There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again. — S.J. Kincaid

Oh no, young Skywalker. The ugly is strong in that one."

Wyatt glared at him. "Or perhaps she has a classified identity? You know, the same way we do?"

"Nah. Ugly. Face it, Tom," Vik said, "no girl who fights like that can be hot, too. It would cause a huge imbalance in the cosmos that would unravel the space-time continuum and make the universe implode. And she won't show you. That's a red flag. Big, bright, waving red flag. — S.J. Kincaid

Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good. — S.J. Kincaid

I would not just disappear into a void as though I'd never existed. I would not accept that I was less than these people just because they'd designed me that way. — S.J. Kincaid

And I want you to know something: Medusa, if I met a horse that looked like you, I'd find that horse attractive."
She stared at him.
"And I'd be worried," Tom added quickly, seeing her confusion. "See, it's a horse. See? I mean, I'd really be, like, 'uh-oh' and 'this sucks,' if it looked like you because I'd be into that horse. Which is messed up, due to the horse thing. But it would solely be because it resembled you. You know what I mean?"
She backed away from him slowly. "I think I really need to leave now. — S.J. Kincaid

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float. — S.J. Kincaid

I had only two goals going forward: to fool people into thinking I was Sidonia, and of course, to try not to die. — S.J. Kincaid

There's not a person in history who achieved greatness without choking back some pride, without ever smiling at someone they despised, without playing along even if they hated the very idea of it — S.J. Kincaid

Wyatt avoided the petty gunfights and headed to a saloon and rigged up a bunch of Molotov cocktails. Her firebombs against members of Tom and Vik's posse had destroyed the scenario's promise of so many wonderful gun duels. She'd killed most of their group, too, and shown everyone that she wasn't getting promoted only because of her programming skills. Her dislike of fighting had paradoxically turned her into a lethal killing machine. — S.J. Kincaid

I know this is asking a lot, but try to stop humiliating yourselves. — S.J. Kincaid

Sorry, Tim," Yuri said, regret in his voice. "Normally I would not push you around, but I must because you have become such a pansy. — S.J. Kincaid

This war ends, then so do the taxpayer-funded contracts, the drumbeats in the media, the nice Combatant faces, and the patriotic cause to lull the civilians and shame the dissenters. The other thing that comes to an end is all the justification for why this country's run the way it is. People will wonder why their paychecks are still getting halved to pay off the men who own their utility companies, their roads, their national parks. They'll wonder why they've got to work eighty-hour weeks to support the folks who took their houses and destroyed the middle-class jobs. There's not going to be an enemy to point a finger at anymore. People will see the real problem. — S.J. Kincaid

He likes her."

"Yuri, no!" Vik said.

Yuri turned redder, confirming it.

"Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried.

Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts."

"Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!"

"I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!"

"It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said.

"Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground.

Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature. — S.J. Kincaid

Love. Comfort. I didn't know what those were, but I wanted them. I would have them. I closed the distance and snapped the man's neck.
As the third corpse dropped to the floor at my feet, the Matriarch smiled. — S.J. Kincaid

Die slowly, Tom. — S.J. Kincaid

She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me."

"You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'? — S.J. Kincaid

You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?"

Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L. — S.J. Kincaid

Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!"

Tom flushed, and set his gun back on its hook. "It's not like we were going to start a dynastic war or something."

"Yeah," Vik said guiltily, returning his own weapon. — S.J. Kincaid

Not just in America. When I left my primary school, my father said, 'Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a scented candle and told me how babies are made." Vik fought to keep his lips from twitching. — S.J. Kincaid

That missleproof glass might as well have been electrified fence and barbed wire. No one could fashion a prison so perfect, so complete, as the one the masters of humanity had created for themselves. — S.J. Kincaid

The doctor nodded. "Nemesis is bonded to you now. She'll live and breathe for you all the days of your life."
"I like her, too," Donia declared, smiling at me. "I think we'll become friends."
The doctor laughed softly. "Friends, yes. I promise you, Nemesis will be the best friend you'll ever have. She'll love you until your dying day."
And at last, I had a name for this feeling, this strange but wonderful new sensation within me - this was what the Impyrean Matriarch had promised me.
This was love. — S.J. Kincaid

If I met a horse that looked like you, I'd find that horse attractive. — S.J. Kincaid

Tom finally understood why his father saw humanity as worthless. It was hard to see much fundamental value in anything when the bad guys always won.
Maybe this was simply what it was like to grow up. — S.J. Kincaid

Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see."

"I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in."

"I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get nestlike. You don't care when your hair gets nestlike, Tom. You can't possibly. — S.J. Kincaid

A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for. — S.J. Kincaid

He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict on him. — S.J. Kincaid

And he'd definitely never expected to ever have to tell someone, "All right, no killing and eating me, okay? I'm ready to go. — S.J. Kincaid

That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know."

"Sir," Blackburn corrected.

"You outrank me. You shouldn't call me 'sir.'"

"Raines, you'll address me as 'sir' or I will stick you back down in that cell next to the census device until 'sir' is the only word you remember."

Tom bristled. He'd never hated someone so much. "Sir, yes, sir. I'll use 'sir,' sir. Is that all, sir?"

"Oh, I'd say that's all. Get into the simulation with the others." Blackburn jabbed at his forearm keyboard. "It irritates me just looking at you."

Back at you, Tom thought. — S.J. Kincaid

People kill over money and power and love, but no one kills over gnomes. — S.J. Kincaid

Yes, I'm a hypocrite. It doesn't change anything. — S.J. Kincaid

Whenever he closed his eyes, he still saw her flying, fighting with ferocious genius. He still remembered that kiss. — S.J. Kincaid

Is there a way to to contact someone's computer with yours?"
"Yes. It's called email," Wyatt replied. — S.J. Kincaid

We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere."
"Close. I was with Blackburn. — S.J. Kincaid

Genghises. Large, angry Genghises. — S.J. Kincaid

Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire, Medusa's dangerous smile lingering in his brain. — S.J. Kincaid