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...
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...
— 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...
Colonel Freeleigh? said Douglas softly. There was something in his silence that made them all shut up their mouths. They approached, almost on tiptoe. Douglas, bent down, disengaged the phone from the...
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...
Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of...
Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls, because they are screaming at me. I can't talk to my wife, because she listens to the walls.
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
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...
First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.
No aflijamos a los hombres con recuerdos. Que olviden. Quememos, quemémoslo todo. El fuego es brillante y limpio.
I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it.
They blended religion and art and science because, at base, science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.
When I was seven or eight years old, I began to read the science-fiction magazines that were brought by guests into my grandparents' boarding house in Waukegan, Illinois. Those were the years when Hug...
Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them...
Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.
Holding a book but reading the empty spaces.
The crickets were listening. The night was listening to her. For a change, all of the far summer-night meadows and close summer-night trees were suspending motion; leaf, shrub, star, and meadow grass...
People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change so...
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