He feels that most high-placed Nazis are refusing to face facts vis-à-vis their economic plight. By doing so, they accelerate the tendency toward greater adventures, less predictability, less stabili...
But, he thought, what does it mean, insane? A legal definition. What do I mean? I feel it, see it, but what is it?He thought, It is something they do, something they are. It is their unconsciousness....
Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
Just tell me why; why the fucking why? To which the universe would hollowly respond, My ways cannot be known, oh man. Which is to say, My ways do not make sense, nor do the ways of those who dwell in...
If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!
I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thoug...
Future and past blurred; what he had already experienced and what he would eventually experience blended so that nothing remained but the moment.
Today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups... So I ask, in my writing, What is rea...
You mean old books?Stories written before space travel but about space travel.How could there have been stories about space travel before --The writers, Pris said, made it up.
We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back, a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were fallin...
The household was pervaded by this atmosphere of a calm adult woman and a man who gave into animal impulses. She reported to him in great detail what her analyst ... said about his binges and his host...
No single thing abides; and all things are fucked up.
The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet.They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.
Io sono vivo, voi siete morti
Forty-two. His age had astounded him for years, and each time that he had sat so astounded, trying to figure out what had become of the young, slim man in his twenties, a whole additional year slipped...
The spider Mercer gave the chickenhead, Isidore; it probably was artificial, too. But it doesn’t matter. The electric things have their lives, too. Paltry as those lives are.
He stopped to look around. Everything was silent.
It's easy to win. Anybody can win.
Has using that time-travel drug scrambled your wits, you don't know you've got only one tiny life and that lies ahead of you, not sideways or back? Are you waiting for last year to come by again or so...
The problem with introspection is that it has no end.