She had it—his soul—and she was turning it over and over on her tongue. Goddam her!
You stupid bastard, does what you’re fighting for look so real now? Skin pigment. What a laugh! Why not eye color? Too bad nobody ever thought of that. It cuts it a little finer, but basically it’s th...
You got me out of this place and here's your reward; you're everything we jointly abominate. The essence of what we're committed to destroy.
Yes, the novelist knows humanity, how worthless they are, ruled by their testicles, swayed by cowardice, selling out every cause because of their greed—all he’s got to do is thump on the drum, and the...
We are all insects, he said to Miss Ephreikian. Groping toward something terrible or divine. Do you not agree?
Those who take lives will lose their own. Those who kill, will die. But he who gives his own life away will live again!
There is a line somewhere in that translates out to, roughly, 'The world is awful.' Yes, I said to myself as I shot across the Bay Bridge not giving a fuck how fast I drove, that sums it up. That is...
The time, then, had come for him to poison himself so that an economic monopoly could be kept alive, a sprawling, interplan empire from which he now derived nothing.
The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Get...
The door refused to open. It said, Five cents, please. He searched his pockets. No more coins; nothing. I’ll pay you tomorrow, he told the door. Again he tried the knob. Again it remained locked tight...
The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism––with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it––could never have reconciled itsel...
The Tao is that which first lets the light, then the dark. Occasions the interplay of the two primal forces so that there is always renewal. It is that which keeps it all from wearing down. The univer...
That's because you're a highly moral person. I'm not. I don't judge, not even myself.
That I am in direct mind-to-mind touch with extraterrestrial intelligence systems has been obvious to me for some time, but what this means is not in any way obvious.
Sometimes I dream--I'll put that on your gravestone.
Smiling at her the boy said, Games, then? Would that be better? There are events that I must shape. I must arouse fire that burns, that sears. Scripture says:For He is like a refiner's fire.And Script...
She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.
Office gossip annoyed him because it always proved better than the truth.
Nobody named Cheerful Charley is tuned in on my wavelength
Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately...