Έχε γεια, φτωχέ μου, εύπιστε ανόητε! Θα πεις την αλήθεια και η αλήθεια θα σε ελευθερώσει. Αλλά μπορεί και όχι, εξαρτάται από την περίπτωση. Πήγαινε μόνος, αγαπητέ μου ηλίθιε- είναι ο καλύτερος τρόπος...
Ölümden korkuyordum. Ölümden o kadar korkuyordum ki belki de ölüyorsunuzdur diye, size bakamıyordum bile. Benim için ölmemenin, eğer bulabilirsem, bir... bir yolu olduğundan başka hiçbir şey düşünemiy...
¿Cómo odia uno a un país, o lo ama? Tibe habla de eso; yo no soy capaz. Conozco gente, conozco ciudades, granjas, montañas y ríos y piedras, conozco cómo se pone el sol en otoño del lado de un cierto...
«Es algo terrible, esta bondad que los seres humanos nunca pierden. Terrible, porque cuando nos encontrábamos desnudos en la oscuridad, y helados, no teníamos otra cosa. Nosotros que somos tan capaces...
The process is one of growth, and primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war. Of those two things, you have either one, or the other. Not...
The entity of twenty-five, where it was warmest. We did not struggle for the warm place, we simply were in it each night. It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible,...
The Old Powers of earth are not for men to use. They were never given into our hands, and in our hands they work only ruin. Ill means, ill end. I was not drawn here, but driven here, and the force tha...
That silent vastness of fire and ice that said in enormous letters of black and white DEATH, DEATH, written right across a continent. The sledge pulled like a feather, and we laughed with joy.
Talking about the meaning of a story, we need to be careful not to diminish it, impoverish it. A story can say different things to different people. It may have no definitive reading. And a reader may...
Stepped out of the tent on to nothing. Sledge and tent were there, Estraven stood beside me, but neither he nor I cast any shadow. There was dull light all around, everywhere. When he walked on the cr...
Sitting at the table for six or eight hours straight. When he got up he would lurch with fatigue, his hands shook, and he was scarcely coherent. The usage the creator spirit gives its vessels is rough...
She had never known who she was at all, except sometimes for a moment in meditation, when her I am became It is, and she breathed the stars
Put it this way: fiction—writing it, reading it—is an act of the imagination.
Patience with him either, always at him to hurry up and
Paralyzing humiliation was a chemical sequel to getting drunk, like the headache.
Ou have great power inborn in you, and you used that power wrongly, to work a spell over which you had no control, not knowing how that spell affects the balance of light and dark, life and death, goo...
Nusuth
Moieties
Lot. But she never could keep off the hard drugs, she was hooked. She’d be off for a year and then bingo. She got through the Plague, but when she was thirty-eight she got a dirty needle, and it kille...
Kids could and did swim in it happily as in their native element, at least until some teacher or professor told them they had to come out, dry off, and breathe modernism ever after.