There will be no more offerings, neither child nor parent. There will be no more sacrifices. The time of obedience and atonement is past. Either help us as a friend, or go away!
There were reprints of American editorials. Liberals saw it as a resurgence of social protest and decried the discrimination, poverty, and hunger that had provoked it. Conservative columnists acidly p...
There was a van Gogh on one of the walls, worth more than most planets could pay. It was a painting of the artist’s room at Arles. Madness is not a new invention.
The voice, sounding more than ever to Sol like some cut-rate holie director’s shallow idea of what God’s voice should sound like, came again: Sol! You must listen well. The future of humankind depends...
The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the sparks and embers of reality this way or that.
The critic had added a personal note: Most of us, I hope, have had some child or spouse or friend like Beatrice, someone who by his very nature, his seemingly innate goodness and intelligence, makes u...
Sometimes, said General Morpurgo, taking her hand, dreams are all that separate us from the machines.
Religion and ethics were not always - or even frequently - mutually compatible. The demands of religious absolutism or fundamentalism or rampaging relativism often deflected the worst aspects of conte...
On the contrary, it made me feel that faith is all the more essential. Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level … that...
No lifetime is long enough for those who wish to create,
My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.
Marmon Hamlit on AllNet Now! issued the final deathblow: Oh, the poetry thing from Whathisname—couldn’t read it. Didn’t try. Tyrena
It has been my experience that immediately after certain traumatic separations—leaving one’s family to go to war, for instance, or upon the death of a family member, or after parting from one’s belove...
I did not know if androids could dream—
Human art, Mahnmut knew, simply transcended human beings.
Finally, Weintraub had dealt with refusing all sacrifice, refusing any relationship with God except one of mutual respect and honest attempts at mutual understanding. He wrote about the multiple death...
Entropy is a bitch,
Brawne set her hand on the thing’s broad chest and pushed. The
Be assured, I do not suffer from a sense of humor.
Anything is better than this penny-dreadful tale I’ve found myself in.