. .don't face a problem, burn it.
We've gotta become the Martians. I'm a Martian - I tell you to become Martians. And we've gotta go to Mars and civilize Mars and build a whole civilization on Mars and then move out, 300 years from no...
I am a librarian. I discovered me in the library. I went to find me in the library. Before I fell in love with libraries, I was just a six-year-old boy. The library fueled all of my curiosities, from...
I did what most writers do at their beginnings: emulated my elders, imitated my peers, thus turning away from any possibility of discovering truths beneath my skin and behind my eye.
I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashi...
We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.
If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.
— 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...
Вземайти всичко, каквото поискате, при условие, че наистина го желаете. Ето как ще разберете. Попитвате се: Искам ли това нещо от цялото си сърце? Бих ли могъл да преживея този ден без него? И ако усе...
You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.
Why is it, he said, one time, at the subway entrance, I feel I've known you so many years?Because I like you, she said, and I don't want anything from you.
Who wants to see the Future, who does? A man can face the Past, but to think- the pillars , you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?
There’s enough. It comes in the window and blows the curtains a little bit. Just enough to tell me. Look, why don’t you come and spend the night here? said Herb Thompson looking around the lighted hal...
That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
So few want to be rebels anymore.
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.
Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.
Nadie tiene ya tiempo para nadie.
Mildred had already anticipated this in a quavery voice.
It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around you couldn't see the town. But on the other hand there wasn't...