Joan D. Vinge
At some point in her career, Joan D. Vinge received the Hugo Award for Best Novel and the Locus Award for Best Science Fiction Novel — two separate bodies of recognition awarded to her work in science fiction.
Born on April 2, 1948, in Baltimore, Vinge is a citizen of the United States who was educated at San Diego State University. She works as a novelist, writer, and poet, producing fiction in the English language within the science fiction genre. Her notable work is The Snow Queen. She also received the Hugo Award for Best Novelette, an additional honor distinct from the novel prize.
Vinge's titles are catalogued under the Library of Congress authorized label "Vinge, Joan D." and are accessible through the Open Library. The recognition she received from both the Hugo and Locus award bodies marks distinct moments in a career that has produced work across multiple fiction forms.
Quotes by Joan D. Vinge
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These days too many of us seem inclined to cover our ears, close our eyes, and blindly follow the most narrow, conservative tenets of religion; or else seek comfort in the ancient traditions of New Age ritual.
Things change all the time; but how much of it is real? Does any choice any of us ever makes, no matter how important it seems, really cause a ripple in the greater scheme of things?
Jule was a poet – poetry was like psi, she said, like thought, a thing that compressed images to essence.
There were some things even the rules of an absolute human overlord had no right to deny, and one of them was justice.
Indifference, Gundhalinu, is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don’t stand a chance against it. It lets neglect and decay and monstrous injustice go unchecked. It doesn’t act, it allows. And that’s what gives it so much power.” He.
I stood where they’d left me. I watched them get smaller and smaller as they went down the hallway, leaving me there without a word, not even looking back. Only I was getting smaller and smaller, being swallowed up in the suffocating emptiness of the silent house; so that by the time they came back again, I would have disappeared.
All medical men are voyeurs. Why else would they become doctors? Except for the sadists, of course, who simply enjoy the blood and the pain.
Most people simply aren’t unhappy enough with the known to trade it for the unknown.
Yes, she made me love her. But she didn’t mean to. She took by giving... and that makes all the difference.