Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea...
The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accomp...
— Някои хора униват твърде млади — каза той. — Причина като че ли няма, просто, изглежда, такива се раждат. Уязвяват се по-лесно, уморяват се по-бързо, разплакват се от малко, мъчно забравят и, както...
Savaş kazanılan bir şey değildir Charlie. Sadece her zaman kaybedersin ve en son kaybeden şartları ortaya koyar. Hatırladığım her şey bir sürü kaybediş, üzüntü ve bittiğinde hiçbir iyi şeyin olmadığı....
He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality tha...
Pero eso es lo maravilloso en el hombre; nunca se descorazona o disgusta tanto como para no empezar de nuevo. Sabe
Evil has only the power that we give it. I give you nothing. I take back. Starve. Starve. Starve.
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand tou...
God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.
She lay awake for many hours into the night, among her trunks and trinkets. She glanced over at the neat stacks of materials and toys and opera plumes and said, aloud, Does it really belong to me? Or...
I don’t know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I’d burned in ten or twelve yea...
Le téléviseur est réel. Il est présent. Il a ses dimensions. Il vous dit ce qu'il faut penser, vous le hurle à la figure. Il doit avoir raison. Il semble avoir raison. Il vous pousse à un tel rythme v...
He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid.
That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.
Night after night for every year and every year, for no reason at all, the woman comes out and looks at the sky, her hands up, for a long moment, looking at the green burning of Earth, not knowing why...
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
Let me alone, said Mildred. I didn’t do anything. Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How...
I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the...
How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. W...
One day you discover you are alive.Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight!You laugh, you dance around, you shout.But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an Augu...
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