Does this cure your depression? he asked her. It cures mine. Iran said, It certainly does cure my depression. Now we can admit to everybody that the sheep’s false. No need to do that, he said cautious...
There was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life bac...
Terms of those who loved her. She paid back their love with—well, with what? Malice? Not proven. Hate? Not proven. With the irrational? Yes; proven. In terms of the effect on her friends—such as Fat—n...
Be free of her sinus headaches which have caused her not to appear before us on TV lately, and that those headaches not have anything
You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the...
With him inside the elevator descended.
Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make i...
Who threw the stone at me? he asked himself. No one. But why does it bother me? I’ve undergone it before, during fusion. While using my empathy box, like everyone else. This isn’t new. But it was. Bec...
What a tragic realm this is, he reflected. Those down here are prisoners, and the ultimate tragedy is that they don't know it; they think they are free because they have never been free, and do not un...
We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine.
Watching him, Juliana thought, It's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of life. Always moving on, restless and griped.
To inspire himself, he lit up a marijuana cigarette, excellent Land-O-Smiles brand.
This guy—Joe whatever—hasn’t even got the right expression on his face; he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith.
The human being has an unfortunate tendency to wish to please.
The guilty, he reflected as he drove amid the heavy late-afternoon traffic as carefully as possible, may flee when no one pursues—he
The audience agreed, Amen.
The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, A History of Nazi Germany, by William L. Shirer, Simon and Schuster, 1960, New York; Hitler, a Study in Tyranny, by Alan Bullock, Harper, 1953, New York;
Thank you, Mr. Bibleman, the robot said. 'I am very proud of you.
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.
Oracle, why did you write The Grasshopper Lies Heavy? What are we supposed to learn?