Paolo Bacigalupi
Paolo Bacigalupi is an award-winning American science fiction author.
A desert's a stupid place to put a river.
Every time he makes plans for his future, he seems to fail. Every time he reaches forward, the world leans against him, pressing him down.
They say in the military that a good battle plan can last as long as five minutes in real fighting. After that, it comes down to if the general is favored by fate and the spirits.
You're saying that you yoked the world to your patented grains and seeds, happily enslaved us all—and now you finally realize that you are dragging us all to hell.
Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.
All life produces waste. The act of living produces costs, hazards and disposal questions, and so the (Environment) Ministry has found itself in the center of all life, mitigating, guiding and policing the detritus of the average person along with investigating the infractions of the greedy and short-sighted, the ones who wish to make quick profits and trade on others’ lives for it.
An untrampled scorpion troubles no one.
Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?
If you act like a servant, you will die like a dog.
Laws are a fine thing on paper, but painful when no bribery can ease their bind.
The symbol for the Environment Ministry is the eye of a tortoise, for the long view—the understanding that nothing comes cheap or quickly without a hidden cost.
Food should come from the place of its origin, and stay there. It shouldn’t spend its time crisscrossing the globe for the sake of profit. We went down that path once, and it brought us to ruin.
We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.
Nothing is certain—that is the first lesson.
Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
Laws are confusing documents. They get in the way of justice.
If you bargain when they squeeze your balls, they will only squeeze again.
At first, when California started winning its water lawsuits and shutting off cities, the displaced people just followed the water—right to California. It took a little while before the bureaucrats realized what was going on, but finally someone with a sharp pencil did the math and realized that taking in people along with their water didn't solve a water shortage.
Sex and hypocrisy. They go together like coffee and cream.