We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.
There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the...
The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist.
The mentally disturbed do not employ the Principle of Scientific Parsimony: the most simple theory to explain a given set of facts. They shoot for the baroque.
Sometimes I dream--I'll put that on your gravestone.
It is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate – confusion between him who worships and that which is worshipped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.
I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.
How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily . . . in the street brawls.
Despair like that, about total reality, is self-perpetuating.
A man is an angel that has become deranged, Joe Fernwright thought. Once they – all of them – had been genuine angels, and at that time they had had a choice between good and evil, so it was easy, eas...
Do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be...
Well, I hate to admit it, but it is possible that there is (one) such a thing as telepathy and (two) that the CETI project's idea that we might communicate with extraterrestrial beings via telepathy i...
Many men talk like philosophers and live like fools.
It's all a big racket; they're playing it on themselves. I mean, a gun goes through a famous battle, like the Meuse-Argonne, and it's the same as if it hadn't, unless you know. It's in here.' He tappe...
Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake
Dreadful low-class jingoistic racist invectives, unworthy of me.
. . to the Bleekmen, we Earthmen may very well be hypomanic types, whizzing about at enormous velocity, expending huge amounts of energy over nothing at all.
The authentic human being is one of us who instinctively knows what he should not do, and, in addition, he will balk at doing it. He will refuse to do it, even if this brings down dread consequences t...
What do you want? Egg in your beer?