#apocalypse

We might be on the brink of an apocalypse if, instead of poor people with suicide bombs killing middle class guys, middle-class people with suicide bombs started killing rich guys. ↗

— Bruce Sterling

#bombs #brink #class #guys #instead

He grumbles incoherently, opens the window a fraction and continues to smoke away. It’s like every time Sidney Drake enters a new location he has to readjust the atmosphere, akin to one of those sci-fi shows where they oxygenate the planet, but for my dad it’s in a suffocating reverse. He replaces the clean wholesome air with a non-stop puff of toxic poison. ↗

— Tom Conrad

#apocalypse #breathe #end-of-the-world #family-saga #oxygen

Isn't it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling. ↗

— Isabella Olivia Ellis

#love #stars #life

I love my virginity to the apocalypse. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#peeps #scott-westerfeld #virginity #love

oh, good, Pestilence is free," said Karou, heading towards the sculpture. Massive emperor and horse both wore gas masks, like every other statue in the place, and it had always put Karou in mind of the first horseman of the Apocalypse, Pestilence, sowing plaque with one outstretched arm. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#karou #pestilence #apocalypse

It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#apocalypse

I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#boots #cabot #john #meg #pierce

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#ending #endless #apocalypse

Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#writing #apocalypse

God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?" Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I’d be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn’t been in the city...very long. I didn’t know. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#cal-thompson #gay-bar #virginity #apocalypse