I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it?
I'll tell you, said Beatty, smiling at his cards. That made you for a little while a drunkard. Read a few lines and off you go over the cliff. Bang, you're ready to blow up the world, chop off heads,...
I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top.
I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.
I never thought of God as humorous, said Father Stone. The Creator of the platypus, the camel, the ostrich, and man? Oh, come now!
I leave you gifts of Fate most secret; find no other’s Fate, For if you do, no grave is deep enough for your despair No country far enough to hide your loss.
I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing.
I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one anot...
I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.
I buoni scrittori toccano spesso la vita. I mediocri la sfiorano con una mano fuggevole. I cattivi scrittori la sforzano e l'abbandonano. Capite ora perché i libri sono odiati e temuti? Perché rivelan...
I been figuring, what to put in. Motion pictures? Radios? Stereoscopic viewers? All those in one place so any man can run his hand over it and smile and say, ‘Yes, sir, that’s happiness.
How're your children, Mrs. Phelps?' he asked.'You know I haven't any! No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children!' said Mrs. Phelps, not quite sure why she was angry with this...
Hold the dark holiday in your palms, Bite it, swallow it and survive, Come out the far black tunnel of el Día de Muerte And be glad, ah so glad you are… alive! Calavera…Calavera…
Hiç de anayasanın dediği gibi kisme eşit ve özgür doğmamıştır,herkes eşit yapılır. Her insan bir diğerinin sureti olunca herkes mutlu olur,ortada çekinilecek korkulacak,herkesin kendisini yargılamasın...
His destiny is in his genes. He can no more ignore this call, this summons, than he can ignore the beating of his heart. So it is with Man’s becoming more than he now is. Not Superman, assuredly, for...
Hesitantly, Grandfather, Douglas, and Tom peered through the large windowpane.And there, in the small warm pools of lamplight, you could see what Leo Auffmann wanted you to see. There sat Saul and Mar...
Here you lie in the tremendous web. Others are about you, but they are whole—whole hearts and bodies. But all of you that lives is back there walking the desolate seas in evening winds. This thing her...
Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to...
He was part of us and when he died all the actions stopped dead, and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. i've never gotten over his death. Ofte...
He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there. Perhaps he had expected their faces to burn and glitter with the knowledge they carried, to glow as...