Чудовищное существо вдохнуло в себя душу Хикки. Но потом оно отшатнулось, потрясло огромной головой, раздраженно фыркнуло, словно отплевываясь от какой-то мерзости. Оно
Дейл тихо опустил голову, зная, что все это — спутник, и пещеру бутлегеров, и многое многое другое — могут повториться и завтра, и через неделю, но что этот момент — друзья сидевшие рядом, едва слышны...
We so sure that Christ always knew what to do next? He knew what had to be done. It is not always the same as knowing what to do.
The world often seemed more like a template for fiction than something that should be indulged in for its own sake.
Suddenly understood perfectly why Abraham had agreed to sacrifice Isaac, his son, when the Lord commanded him to do so. It was not obedience. It was not even to put the love of God above the love of h...
Relationship between creatures and their creators, the love between parent and children, artists and their art, all creators and their creations. The poem celebrated love and loyalty but teetered on t...
No nation was better at creating metaphors for itself than America; in this case, the vision of a beautiful, sane, safe, marble future that is all dream and no marble to sustain it.
In Theo – quiet, efficient Theo – to get him through the morning. Trusting in luck to get him through the day. Trusting in the drinking at Cicero’s to get him through the night. Trusting in the unimpo...
At that moment, the sum of the crowd’s IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.
Anyway, I said. But I’ll do my best to play John the Baptist for you. Dur
Any allegiance to a deity or concept or universal principle which put obedience above decent behavior toward an innocent human being was evil. —
And my editor, Tom Dupree, for his patience, enthusiasm, and shared good taste for loving Mystery Science Theater 3000.
Always visibly earnest and hopeful and strident and feminine and eccentric
All good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live. Besides, somewhere in the basement of The Jolly Corner to this day, mildewing amidst the pages of an equally mildewed...
You said seventy million were planned, I said. Yeah, well, we changed our minds after Transline’s resident AI read it. I slumped lower in the flowfoam. Even the AI hated it? The AI loved it, said Tyre...
Womangrove root and firefern lined the banks, and each branch and twisting
Who was Hitler?' I said.Tyrena smiled slightly. 'An Old Earth politician who did some writing.
Well, nothing helps an artist’s career more than a little death and obscurity, I always say.
We have made some progress, thought Gladstone, despite the inertia forced upon us by the Core. Despite the near-death of science. Despite our fatal addiction to the toys granted us by our own creation...
We come into this world alone,We depart alone, This also is illusion.I will teach you the wayNot to come, not to go!