¿Garret? -llamó Stendahl en voz baja. Garret calló-. ¿Sabe usted por qué le hago esto? Porque quemó los libros del señor Poe sin haberlos leído. Le bastó la opinión de los demás. Si hubiera leído los...
Right now I feel like I just ate a cold snail raw.
Les livres ne racontent rien. Rien que tu puisse croire ou enseigner aux autre. Si ce sont des romans, ils parlent d'êtres qui n'existent pas, de produits de l'imagination. Dans le cas contraire, c'es...
Zenciler Küçük Siyah Sambo'yu sevmiyorlar, yak gitsin. Beyazlar Tom Amca'nın Kulübesi'yle ilgili iyi şeyler hissetmezler, yak gitsin. Birisi çıkmış tütün ve akciğer kanseri hakkında bir kitap yazmış....
You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I KNOW. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others w...
You had to run with a night like this, so the sadness could not hurt.
Yapmayanlar, yakmalıdırlar. Bu tarih kadar ve gençlerin suç işlemesi kadar eskidir.
YOU CAN'T DEPEND ON PEOPLE BECAUSE...
Wszyscy muszą być podobni jeden do drugiego. Każdy człowiek wizerunkiem innego człowieka. Wtedy wszyscy są szczęśliwi, bo nie ma gór, by się przed nimi zginać ze strachu i porównywać się z nimi. Książ...
With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.
Will power is the answer. Will power. No white bread, no Nestle's Crunch bars... I flinched and felt the last of the bars melting in my pockets.На все вопросы ответ один — сила воли! Исключительно сил...
Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.
Why love the boy in a March field with his kite braving the sky? Because our fingers burn with the hot string singeing our hands. Why love some girl viewed from a train bent to a country well? The ton...
Why live? Life was its own answer.
Who wants to see the Future, who ever does? A man can face the Past, but to think—the pillars crumbled, you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?...
When you strip all the clothes away and the doodads, you have two human beings who were either happy or unhappy
What will that mean to each of you? It will mean that those of you who might have lived to be seventy-one must die at seventy. Some of you who might have lived to be eighty-six must cough up your ghos...
We won’t ruin Mars, said the captain. It’s too big and too good. You think not? We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn’t set up hot-dog stands in the mid...
We theorize about what goes on in the brain, but it is mostly undiscovered country. A writer’s work is to coax the stuff out and see how it plays. Surprise, as I have often said, is everything.
We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.