There’s something in the Bible about falling sparrows,’ Kevin said. ‘About his eye being on them. That’s what’s wrong with God: he only has one eye.
The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creatu...
The end times were not the end times after all. The end times were always coming but never here, always nearby and influencing us but never realized.
Strano come un delirio persecutorio riesca di tanto in tanto a incontrare, per quanto brevemente, la realtà.
Someday, he thought, it’ll be mandatory that we all sell the McDonald’s hamburger as well as buy it; we’ll sell it back and forth to each other forever from our living rooms. That way we won’t even ha...
Send that, he told her. Sign it, et cetera. Work the sentences, if you wish, so that they will mean something. As she started from the office he added, Or so that they mean nothing. Whichever you pref...
Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incomprehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin for hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that—as if that weren't en...
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. I
Owning and maintaining a fraud had a way of gradually demoralizing one.
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand. But no longer. Takin...
John Isidore said, I found a spider.The three androids glanced up, momentarily moving their attention from the TV screen to him.Let’s see it, Pris said. She held out her hand.Roy Baty said, Don’t talk...
It’s not just the drive. They’re right out front. Everywhere. Waiting for me. All day and night.Who are, dear?Robots selling things. As soon as I set down the ship. Robots and visual-audio ads. They d...
If this place were closer to Terra there’d be empty beer cans and plastic plates strewn around. The trees would be gone. There’d be old jet motors in the water. The beaches would stink to high heaven....
I don't have time to read popular fiction. I'm too busy with work.' Secretaries, he thought acidly, read that junk, at home in bed at night. It stimulates them. Instead of the real thing. Which they'r...
His thoughts, Helio said, are as clear as plastic to me, and mine likewise to him. We are both prisoners, Mister, in a hostile land. At that Arnie laughed loud and long. Truth always amuses the ignora...
Flow my tears, fall from your springs!Exiled forever let me mourn;Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,There let me live forlorn.
But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter.
Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that little precious fragment as well. A portion of him tu...
And who am I? The wrong person; I can tell you that.
And this is the straight dope, right here. These people are not exactly human. They don the dress but they're like monkeys dolled up in the circus. They're clever and can learn, but that is all.