If there's a God out there, then I would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.
I thought that if you have to play wrong to realize, then it's better if you never realize. Do you see, that's just how I am.
The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.
Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on...
The Creationists, like all bigots, derive their fervour from rejection--the more they can reject, the more righteous they themselves feel.
The small family living unit lacks space, Earth, other animals, seasons, natural temperatures, and so on. The pet is either sterilized or sexually isolated, extremely limited in his exercise, deprived...
All its dimensions with their projected geometries are those of an unrealisable dream.
Like a man once said: 'I'm not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.' The
After all, in the end all the great moments of history have taken place inside people's heads. The moments of change, or the clinamen as the Greeks called it.
In games there are rules, but in life the rules keep changing.
Utopia is the process of making a better world, the name for one path history can take, a dynamic, tumultuous, agonizing process, with no end. Struggle forever.
Well it is said that neither love nor power Admit a rival, even for an hour.
Verily, men gave themselves their good and evil. Verily, they did not take it, they did not find it, nor did it come to them as a voice from heaven. Only man placed values in things to preserve...
The human project, after freeing itself from the constraints of previous philosophies that believed in the possibility of an absolute truth, has come to envisage the 're-evaluation of all values,'...
Self is a sea boundless and measureless.
How sweet are the days of love! And how delightful are its dreams! And how bitter are the nights of sorrow, and how numerous are their fears!
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
You can believe something really hard,' Faith says, 'and still be wrong.
Robinson's fierce quest for spiritual purity had been tempered by the realization that little was to be gained by arrogance and anger.
everything tried to get its living done in the brief hour of respite. It
I circumnavigate each cell in you Your merest molecule is right and true Look there for destinies indelible and fine And rare. Ten thousand futures share your blood each instant; Each drop of blood a...
The Martians discovered the secret of life among animals. The animal does not question life. It lives. Its very reason for living is life; it enjoys and relishes life.
That's the good part about dying; when you've got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
Good to evil seems evil
It's poor judgment to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act...
Turn my head, and you may go where you want. I turn it again, you will stay till you rot. I have no face, but I live or die by my crooked teeth—who am I?
He had imagined Scotland as being a soft place, all gentle heathery hills, but here on the north coast everything seemed sharp and jutting, even the grey clouds that scudded across the pale blue sky....
There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...