The John M. Ford quote in my mind today is...

[elisem.livejournal.com]

"Well. Hugs parallel to all my prosy robots.
Remember me, forget death."

-- John M. Ford, from All Our Propagation: a Play for Instruments, from Speculative Engineering, mcmxcii, according to the copy here in my lap.

Is there one in your mind today?

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

There have been things as I reread Heat of Fusion that make me bite my lip, but none of them have gotten wedged, happily.

"Maps are not given to irony," has been trying to make a story (with it as an epigraph) in my head ever since I reread it in "Chromatic Aberration" earlier this week. I am letting it mull while I finish other stuff.

The thing that most often runs through my head when I am doing practical tasks is the end couplet of "The Useful" from "20 Questers":
She knew that she was useful--even more,
Unlike most folk, what she was useful for.

[pameladean]

"Consider what you've done this far, consider what you might
Consider that the night will end and all things shall be done."

"Divinitation Day: Invocation" from Festival Week.

P.

[redbird]

I keep coming back to "I am the king now, and I want a sandwich", probably because it was in his last post to Making Light, and "This is New York. We'll find a place to dance."

[papersky.livejournal.com]

"Say what you mean, bear witness, iterate."

That whole sonnet, but especially that.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

This is New York. We'll find a place to dance

That has a permanent place in my heart and mind. And what may become a subtitle for my journal:

I will open my heart to a blank page
and interview the witnesses.

[eileenlufkin.livejournal.com]

"A candle in a teacup on a brick."

and

"Let us do it right, this time."

[damascene.livejournal.com]

For much of this past week, actually.

The spark of spirit stays inside the heart
That joyous dwells, and nothing's left at all
We cannot fit into our days. We find
For faith and miracles, sufficient time.

[mister-borogove.livejournal.com]

Don't have The Final Reflection at hand, but it was something like:

"A custom of my people in times of danger: I was hiding under the bed."

"I thought you would not fight."

"I did not. I simply did not let myself be killed too easily."