I lie here sleeping, and these people are the fragments of my bloodless dreaming.
I libri erano soltanto una specie di veicolo, di ricettacolo in cui riponevamo tutte le cose che temevamo di poter dimenticare. Non c'è nulla di magico, nei libri; la magia sta solo in ciò che essi di...
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 beatingup one anoth...
I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.
How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars, so when you arri...
He liked to listen to the silence, he said, if silence could be listened to, for he went on, in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air, by God, the bee-fried air!...
He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not ha...
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly...If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh...
Goodnight! She started her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. Are you happy? she said?Am I what? he cried.But she was gone - running in...
From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But, lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sit...
Four days, eight days, twelve days passed, and he was invited to teas, to suppers, to lunches. They sat talking through the long green afternoons - they talked of art, of literature, of life, of socie...
Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoi...
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies...A child or a book or a painting or a...garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when...
Empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne.
Come on now, we’re going to go build a mirror factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them.
Coloured people don't like . Burn it. White people don't feel good about . Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book.
C'era come un odore di Tempo, Nell'aria della notte. Tomàs sorrise all'idea, continuando a rimuginarla. Era una strana idea. E che odore aveva il Tempo, poi? Odorava di polvere, di orologi e di gente....
But, stop and think. What does the word ‘witch’ truly mean? Why— said Tom, and was stymied. Wits, said Moundshroud. Intelligence. That’s all it means. Knowledge. So any man, or woman, with half a brai...
But why, Mr. Stendahl, why all this? What obsessed you? Bureaucracy, Mr. Garrett. But I haven’t time to explain. The government will discover soon enough. He nodded to the ape. All right. Now. The ape...