Quotes By Author: Joan D. Vinge
“How time slips past, masked in the rhythm of the days!”
“[S]omehow, without his being aware of it, time had coated his awe with a rind of disillusionment, and the wine of wonder had turned to vinegar.”
“How time slips past, masked in the rhythm of the days!”
“[S]omehow, without his being aware of it, time had coated his awe with a rind of disillusionment, and the wine of wonder had turned to vinegar.”