Bill Pronzini

5 Quotations from Bill Pronzini

Aldebaranian n. 1 1981 B. N. Malzberg & B. Pronzini In Our Image in Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction Feb. 79/1 What might the Aldebaranians do if they knew our language while we did not know theirs? — some had asked at first. Take hostile action, perhaps, despite their avowed mission of peace?
Aldebaranian adj. 1981 B. N. Malzberg & B. Pronzini In Our Image in Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction Feb. 79/1 The language problem had also been worked out many years ago. There had been a century of time and a series of gradually more sophisticated dialectical convertors with which to teach the aliens basic English. The patterns of Aldebaranian communication were difficult to learn, and there had been many other priorities at the beginning of the millennium.
matter transporter n. 1978 B. Pronzini Cat in Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction Nov .60/2 Suppose, as in George Langelaan’s story ‘The Fly’, a scientist somewhere had been experimenting with a matter transporter and a cat had gotten inside with a human subject?
Titanian adj. 2015 B. N. Malzberg & B. Pronzini Transfer Point in Analog Science Fiction & Fact Apr. 50/2 Every day it was our responsibility to carefully screen and either pass through or reject travelers from all comers of the known Universe. Creatures such as green-speckled and lavender-hued Altairians, striped Melnusian miners, porcine Poldrogs, falcon-worshipping Rigelians, Archiporteyx spiritbearers, Titanian slitherers, Aldebarian musicians with their long trilling snouts, and of course the variegate new breeds from planets only recently swept by Federation troops and pronounced benign by Federation exobiologists.
tri-dim n. 1980 B. Pronzini & B. N. Malzberg Prose Bowl i. 3 I hit the carriage return key, saw that I had come to the bottom of the page, and snap-rolled it out of the typewriter. All around me the screaming of the Sackett Boosters and the rest of the seventy thousand fans seemed to ripple and flow like surf, to echo in rebounding waves off the great plastoid dome overhead. But it didn’t bother me, didn’t affect my concentration. And neither did being on national TriDim in front of a New-Sport audience estimated to be fifty million or so for the Prose Bowl East Coast semifinals. There was too much at stake for me to care how many people watched Rex Sackett, The Metaphor Kid, go head-to-head against the Kansas City Flash.