It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.
Any damn fool can predict the past.
The reader has certain rights. He bought your story. Think of this as an implicit contract. He's entitled to be entertained, instructed, amused; maybe all three. If he quits in the middle, or puts the book down feeling his time has been wasted, you're in violation.
Ethics change with technology.
In hindsight it may even seem inevitable that a socialist society will starve when it runs out of capitalists.
Intelligence is just a tool to be used toward a goal, and goals are not always chosen intelligently.
There were timelines branching and branching, a mega-universe of universes, millions more every minute. Billions? Trillions? The universe split every time someone made a decision. Split, so that every decision ever made could go both ways. Every choice made by every man, woman, and child was reversed in the universe next door.
She is laughing up her sleeve at you.
In art, at a certain level, there is no 'better than. ' It's just about trying to operate for yourself on the most supreme level, artistically, that you can and hoping that people get it. Trusting that, just because of the way people are built and how interconnected we are, greatness will translate and symmetry will be recognised.
He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.
He's a fantastic player and he's going to be around so much longer so I'm happy with every one I get before he takes them all