What's the point of being alive, she said, if you're not going to communicate?
Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.
The more pain I train myself to stand, the more I learn. You are afraid of pain now, Unk, but you won't learn anything if you don't invite the pain. And the more you learn, the gladder you will be to...
In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.And God said, Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done. And God created eve...
In real life as in grand opera, arias only make hopeless situations worse.
If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.
Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place.
Billy covered his head with his blanket. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward - always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn’t that she was ugly, or had...
And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you.
We'd all do well to start over again, preferably with kindergarten.
We went to the New York World's Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I as...
The truth is, we know so little about life, we don't really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.
The most important thing I learnt on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All...
The letter said that they were two feet high, and green, and shaped like plumber's friends. Their suction cups were on the ground, and their shafts, which were extremely flexible, usually pointed to t...
That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.
Thank God for novelists. Thank God there are people willing to write everything down. Otherwise, so much would be forgotten.
Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man.They don't make memories like that anymore
Self-taught, are you? Julian Castle asked Newt.Isn't everybody? Newt inquired.Very good answer.
Oh Lord Most High, Creator of the Cosmos, Spinner of Galaxies, Soul of Electromagnetic Waves, Inhaler and Exhaler of Inconceivable Volumes of Vacuum, Spitter of Fire and Rock, Trifler with Millennia —...
Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end. It flung them like stone...