People suffering nervous breakdowns often do a lot of research, to find explanations for what they are undergoing. the research, of course fails.
One more in a long line, a dreary entity among many others like him, an almost endless number of brain-damaged retards. Biological life goes on, he thought. But the soul, the mind—everything else is d...
Okay? You’ll be a knockout. Listen, we’ll buy a bottle of high-price Scotch and take it along. That Vat 69.’ Frank,
My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression,
Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.
Maybe there was once a human who looked like you, and somewhere along the line you killed him and took his place. And your superiors don’t know.
Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid. In the vortex something moved. Flickering shapes. Things, descending f...
In a civil war… every side is wrong. It’s hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.
I think Dr. Willis McNelly at the California State University at Fullerton put it best when he said that the true protagonist of an sf story or novel is an idea and not a person. If it is *good* sf th...
I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.
I hope I never get in a fix like that, Taubman said. Hating someone I once loved.
I didn’t get anything from holding onto those handles, Rick said. Mercer talked to me but it didn’t help. He doesn’t know any more than I do. He’s just an old man climbing a hill to his death.Isn’t th...
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
How long that part of the cycle had lasted he did not now know; nothing had happened, generally, so it had been measureless.
Having nothing else to do or think about, he began to work out theoretically the life cycle of the bugs, and, with the aid of the Britannica, try to determine specifically which bugs they were.
Gli aveva insegnato ad odiare sé stesso, e poi, una volta completato l'opera, lo aveva lasciato
Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy. If you’re afraid you don’t commit yourself to life completely; fear makes you always, always hold something back. You shouldn’t be alone. It’s ki...
Fat heard in her rational tone the harp of nihilism, the twang of the void.
Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.
Blood, Herr Reiss, can never be eradicated like ink.