They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes of the words of God spoken and vibrating in the shared deep.
The scythe fell and lay in the grass like a lost smile.
The good writers touch life. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her.
The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime...
The children guessed, if they did not whisper it, that all science fiction is an attempt to solve problems by pretending to look the other way. In
Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away.But, Lena, that's sad.No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.
Strange. Half my years afraid of life. The other half, afraid of death. Always some kind of afraid.
So, for thousands of years, you humans have needed kings, priests, philosophers, fine examples to look up to and say, ‘They are good, I wish I could be like them.
So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.
So much depends, of course, on what the individual hears when he gives himself over to the electronic tides breaking on the shore of his Seashell. The voice of conscience and reason? An echo of morali...
Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams wit...
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
Quizá los libros nos saquen un poco de esta oscuridad. Quizá eviten que cometamos los mismos condenados errores.
Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable of only heart murmurs for talk.
Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said: quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we...
Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now,...
Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy,
No, said a voice, the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.
Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young. She
Love will fly if held too lightly, love will die if held too tightly.