There is not much you can say about a baby unless you are talking with its father or another mother or nurse; infants are not part of the realm of ordinary language, talk is inadequate to them as they...
My species has a great many good reasons for making war, though none of them is as good as the reason for not making war.
I wondered, not for the first time, what patriotism is, what the love of country truly consists of, how that yearning loyalty that had shaken my friend's voice arises: and how so real a love can becom...
He also had a kind of helpless politeness, which I took advantage of. He was quite incapable of refusing a direct request, and so, because I asked him to, he invited me to several parties during the m...
Do the people in this country approve of this war? [...].Approve? You don't think we'd lie down and let the damned Thuvians walk all over us? Our status as a world power is at stake!But I mean the peo...
Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.
As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring...
[...] No sirve de nada tener una respuesta cuando la pregunta está equivocada. [...] Lo desconocido [...], lo imprevisto, lo indemostrable... el fundamento de la vida. La ignorancia es el campo del pe...
We need writers who know the difference between the production of a commodity and the practice of an art.
If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.
We are all dead, and we spoiled the world before we died. There is nothing left. Nothing but dreams.
To learn which questions are unanswerable, and : this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
The use of imaginative fiction is to deepen your understanding of your world, and your fellow men, and your own feelings, and your destiny.
On a world where a common table implement is a little device with which you crack the ice that has formed on your drink between drafts, hot beer is a thing you come to appreciate.
Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.
It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness... how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself, Therem. Both and one. A shadow on snow.
I'm a lazy man. With lazy dreams. I need Tai to wake me up, make me vibrate, irritate me. I need my angry woman, my unforgiving friend.
I am offered the Grand Inquisitor's choice. Will you choose freedom without happiness, or happiness without freedom? The only answer one can make, I think, is: No.
Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good da...
Eleştirmenler Tolkien'ı 'basitleştirmeciliğinden', Orta Dünya'nın sakinlerini iyiler ve kötüler diye ikiye ayırmasından ötürü çok suçladılar. Tolkien gerçekten de bunu yapıyor. [...] öyküye ruhsal bir...