We must all be alike. 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, for there are no mountains to make the...
Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my own life down the middle; they are my enemies.
We'll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in u...
You should've thought of that before becoming a fireman.Thought! he said. Was I given a choice? I was raised to think the best thing in the world to read. The best thing is television and radio and b...
When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us a...
That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.
Винаги съм вярвала, че истинската любов е любов между два ума, макар че тялото понякога отказва да го признае.
Sunsets are loved because they vanish.Flowers are loved because they go.The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart.These are not the sole reasons, but at...
Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.
Summer quiet thoughts on summer quiet noons.
There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.
Oh, death in space was most humorous.
They stood there, King of the Hill, Top of the Heap, Ruler of All They Surveyed, Unimpeachable Monarchs and Presidents, trying to understand what it meant to own a world and how big a world really was...
Seemed to me a phone was an impersonal instrument. If it like it, it let your personality go through its wires. If it didn't to, it just drained your personality away until what slipped through at t...
Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.
The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.
All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a lar...
Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.
We need to make progress. Otherwise we're waiting for news in a world where there is no longer any news.
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That cou...
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