Lucia Pica Quotes & Sayings

Feo shook her head; she couldn't speak. The moments in which the world turns suddenly kind can feel like a punctured lung. She stood in the marble hall and cried until tears flooded down her nose and chin and dropped on to the heads of the two bloodstained wolves at her feet. — Katherine Rundell

Is Vermillion damaged?' 'No.' He gave her an anxious grin. 'Not exactly. Just lost.' 'Lost?' It was possibly an even more worrying answer. How could you get lost flying to a star cluster that measured twenty thousand lightyears in diameter? It wasn't as if you could lose sight of something of that magnitude. 'That's ridiculous.' 'The captain will explain. Let's get you to the bridge. — Peter F. Hamilton

Deep Blue didn't win by being smarter than a human; it won by being millions of times faster than a human. Deep Blue had no intuition. An expert human player looks at a board position and immediately sees what areas of play are most likely to be fruitful or dangerous, whereas a computer has no innate sense of what is important and must explore many more options. Deep Blue also had no sense of the history of the game, and didn't know anything about its opponent. It played chess yet didn't understand chess, in the same way a calculator performs arithmetic bud doesn't understand mathematics. — Jeff Hawkins

Your life better. I know my faith makes my life better, and whether what I believe in exists or not, because I have faith in it, I get the benefits of that faith. I'm not going to ever have faith in God or anything like God. Do you have faith in love? Meaning what? Do you believe in love? Yeah. Do you believe it can make your life better? Yeah. Do you have faith in anything else? Friendship. You believe in friendship? Very much so. Anything else? What's your point? You can't prove love or friendship exist, but you still have faith in them. I'm asking — James Frey

Judge not,' it has been said, but being a juryman can be a pleasant occupation when one is not weighing up human actions and years in prison, but the books or the wines of the season. — Claudio Magris

Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me. — Alice Cooper