Откакто се помнеше — а не беше кой знае колко отдавна — музиката винаги го беше привличала и плашила, изпълвайки го с някакво мъчително удоволствие, понякога граничещо с мъчението. Звукът на пеещия чо...
Όπως βλέπεις, Άρεν, μια πράξη δεν είναι, όπως συχνά νομίζουν οι νέοι, σαν μια πέτρα, που κάποιος σηκώνει και πετάει, και πετυχαίνει ή αστοχεί, κι αυτό είναι όλο. Όταν σηκώνεις αυτή την πέτρα, η γη γίν...
The good cat with bad paws. The paws get him into trouble and cause loud shouting and scoldings and seizures and removals, which the good cat endures with patient good humor— What are they carrying on...
Sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man: I...
Proud men and umbrageous men, casting black shadows.
You don’t see yet, Genry, why we perfected and practice Foretelling? No— To exhibit the perfect uselessness of knowing the answer to the wrong question. I
Yet we were rescued by that fancy, and saved by a myth.
With the myth of the State out of the way, the real mutuality and reciprocity of society and individual became clear. Sacrifice might be demanded of the individual, but never compromise: for though on...
While I’m reading a story I want to be able to suspend disbelief; the more questions of authorial reliability force themselves on me, the weaker the hold of the narrative. This is a naïve approach to...
Where, then, is Truth? declaimed Bedap, and yawned. In the hill one happens to be sitting on, said Tirin.
What's wrong with men? Tenar inquired cautiously.As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, I don't know, my dearie. I've thought on it. Often I've thought on it. The best I can say it is like t...
What is the Meaning of this book, this event in the book, this story . . . ? Tell me what it Means. But that’s not my job, honey. That’s your job.
What is his purpose, then? I don’t know. Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our lif...
What are we so afraid of? Why don't we let 'em tell us we're afraid? What is it they're afraid of? She picked up the stocking she had been darning, turned it in her hands, was silent awhile; finally s...
Wealth, status, pride, are their own ruin. To do good, work well, and lie low is the way of the blessing.
We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom. We cannot demand that anyone try to attain justice and freedom who has not had a chan...
We demand a rebellious spirit of those who have no chance to learn that rebellion is possible, but we the privileged hold still and see no evil.
We broke the world to make it whole...
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To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.