He felt the pressure of her love as she squeezed his fingers, and then there was nothing. Except the pain. But nothing else, no Heather, no hospital, no staff men, no light. And no sound. It was an et...
Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it – grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost. Yo...
From the drawer beside the sink Joe Chip got a stainless steel knife; with it he began systematically to unscrew the bolt assembly of his apt's money-gulping door.I'll sue you, the door said as the fi...
Everything in life is just for a while.
Entering the phone booth, he did a phone thing.
Don’t you feel it? he kidded her. The historicity?
But we cannot do it all at once; it is a sequence. An unfolding process. We can only control the end by making a choice at each step.
But reality cannot be ignored; we must grow up.
And yet now and then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are half-baked compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The ol...
Always this barrier, this impossibility of getting through. This time he did not waste his time trying; he simply went on stroking her, thinking, It'll be on my conscience, whatever happens to her. An...
...hence the very best science fiction ultimately winds up being a collaboration between author and reader, in which both create - and enjoy it; joy is the essential and final ingredient of science fi...
When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things.
Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.
—Si es amor por una mujer o una imitación androide, es sexo. Despierte y cuestióneselo, Deckard. Quería acostarse con un androide femenino, nada más y nada menos.
Это всеобщий мрак, крушение мироздания; проклятие в действии, проклятие, которое лежит на всей жизни. В любой точке Вселенной.
She had it—his soul—and she was turning it over and over on her tongue. Goddam her!
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...
Worse still, he had failed to pass the minimum mental faculties test, which made him in popular parlance a chickenhead.
We trust—I’ll tell you what we trust that fouls us up, Roy; it’s our goddamn superior intelligence!