War Of The Worlds Quotes

“Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?”
― Germaine Greer

“I will say, this bed is really comfortable... What is it a pillow top? Damn, I slept great.”
― Carl Novakovich, The Watchers: The Tomb

“But much time pass before war, no? Men talk long. Argue much. War may not happen, no?”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian

“I’m not going to admit to him that I needed help. “I was doing just fine without you.”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian

“It was about time they got together. They were circling each other like deepwater sharks in mating season.”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian

“In twenty-four hours we have gone through more than anyone else has - I'm sure of it. But does that bind two people? Or does that just make us survivors?”
― Carl Novakovich, The Watchers: The Tomb

“It's just men and ants. There's the ants builds their cities,live their lives, have wars, revolutions, until men want them out of the way, and then they go out of the way. That's what we are now _ just ants.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds

“It enables me to survive and to think of tomorrow. You cannot survive in my world if you will care too much for the ones today who could perish tomorrow. I only speak of experience. You still have time before it is too late. Just consider the consequences. Do us all a favor by not letting us all suffer from it”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“Come on, Wind Dancer, it’s time to go. It’ll be just you and me asking for the night’s companionship.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part One: The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“Do you see the river of truth, Lharkin? Do you understand that two are one?”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“I called you a fool for a reason: it would probably take an eternity before the temple stops playing with you and another eternity before you realize it.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“She became uncontrollable and violent, succumbing to a greater depth of evilness than any Night Empian had ever seen. She turned on us, one by one, taking men away for her own torture and pleasure...an art she mastered well. She claimed she only wanted to keep the Night Empians in line and strengthen them. But she opened a more dangerous depth to the Night Empians psyche that not even the Dark Guardian was able to reach.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“We are all monsters.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Three The Guardians Of The Temple Saga

“It's a pity they make themselves so unapproachable,' he said. 'It would be curious to know how they live on another planet, we might learn a thing or two.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds

“Imagine if you will, creatures as unlike us as it is possible to be; creatures whose technology dwarfed ours as we dwarf the ants. Creatures whose sole purpose was to wipe out all existing life on Earth and replace it with their own. Beings who did not know the meaning of mercy, who were uninterested in dialogue, with whom one could not even plead. That is what we were up against, Henry.”
― Stephanie Osborn, The Bunker

“You have War of the Worlds?" I asked the knu. It returned twenty different films, sixteen editions of a text, but no radio play. Radio drama. That's the word Tanaka had used.
One text said it was history, and included a transcript. "Read it to me," I said, and the knu picked up the soothing default voice I had programmed into my heads-up, and told me a story about how little towns went crazy thinking the Martians were invading, back during the days of peak capitalism. What makes people believe this shit? I thought as I lay there listening. But it was easy, wasn't it, when people were isolated. When information was scarce or siloed. People would believe whatever you put in front of them, if it fit their understanding of the world. Bad Martians. Logical, well-meaning corporations.”
― Kameron Hurley, The Light Brigade

“hand. I was charged with organizing the messages: descriptions of the creatures, descriptions of their space vessels, descriptions of their conveyances, of their weapons, of their movements. Positions of our soldiers, of our allies’ soldiers. Troop movements. New arrivals of space vessels. Reports of casualties. Dear God, the casualties. And their descriptions. Charred piles of ash; bloodless carcases; crumpled, broken bodies; crushed jelly; roasted, dead meat. All…in these hands.”
― Stephanie Osborn, The Bunker

“A Martian Midsummer Night's Dream by Stewart Stafford

On Mars's pristine ruddy hue, we tread,
Above, stars as adamantine algae spread.
Phobos and Deimos, twin moons fair,
Primeval river beds form a spidery lair.
Dust storms tower above dried-up seas,
A vast red alien desert, shorn of trees.

Oberon and Titania's gamesmanship spite,
Quarrel deep in the Martian summer night.
Puckish antics stir starry lovers' hearts true,
As spells and dreams on tangled paths pursue.

On Olympus Mons, Vulcan gods watch and scheme,
Echoes of old wars fuelling plans extreme;
A Wellsian tome of the tripod Martian foe,
Of invasive seeds, spread to Earth to sow.

In Valles Marineris, where canyons stretch away,
Dead of night gives birth to coppery day.
A frontier vision, both opaque and diamond clear,
Magical flights of fancy on an untamed sphere.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford