The enemy gate is down.
You remind me of the babe.What babe?The babe with the power.What power?The power of voodoo.Who do?You do.
None of us could be happy for long, doing nothing.
You remind me of a man.What?A man with the power?
He wanted enlightenment just as she did, just as they all did. Right, he said, handing her back the flyer, but where do I park?
The earth was running out of resources, global warming was beginning to be recognized as science fact and not science fiction, and if man was to evolve to play a part in things instead of being just...
crossed the room and lit a cigarette, though smoking was discouraged on campus and about as stupid and self-destructive an activity as anything our species has devised.
If those committed to the quest fail, they will be forgiven. The moral imperative of humanism is the endeavor alone, whether successful or not, provided the effort is honorable and the failure...
If you listen very carefully, you can hear the good fairy come in the night and leave our assignment for tomorrow.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped.
We need a Napoleon. An Alexander. Except that Napoleon lost in the end, and Alexander flamed out and died young. We need a Julius Caesar, except that he made himself a dictator, and died for it.
My greatest strength is to have a great capacity to confront myself no matter how unpleasant. My greatest weakness is that I don't. I know that's enigmatic, but that's sort of a general formula for...
The simplest questions are the most difficult.
Peter, you're twelve years old. I'm ten. They have a word for people our age. They call us children and they treat us like mice.
I did that on purpose,' Lucille Miller told Erwin Sprengle later, 'to save myself from letting my heart do something crazy.
Being happy boils down to three things. Something to do. Someone to love. And something to look forward to.
How could I forget? I'm her godmother.' Sasha knew Claire so well, knew she needed a moment now, some space to think, so she didn't press. But she was far from finished with the problem. 'Have you...
There is nothing one fears more or is more ashamed of than not being oneself. Yet few people realize even an approximation of their true potential. Most people must live with varying degrees of the...
...The question is, why do you think you can't be a writer?
fraction of a second, before asking
I thought out a splendid prayer after I went to bed, just
At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD He did not hesitate. He opened the door and stepped through.
You want to beat Peter? she askedNo, he answered Beat the buggers. Then come home and see who notices Peter Wiggen anymore. Look him in the eye when all the world loves and reveres you. That'll be...
Human beings may be miserable specimens, in the main, but we can learn, and, through learning, become decent people.
Early to bed and early to rise," Mazer intoned, "makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes.
Killed so tragically in a plane crash, in a plane he was flying himself; David Amory, her grandfather, who was aboard that plane
Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality. My wife. My...
All is going well, very well, I couldn't ask for anything better-So why do I hate my life?
No book, however good, can survive a hostile reading.
That night Demosthenes published a scathing denunciation of the population limitation laws. People should be allowed to have as many children as they like, and the surplus population should be sent to...
We're all trying to decide whether your scores up there are a miracle or a mistake.""A habit.
I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.
but outside, in the desert, where the air was thin and light pollution unheard of, you could see right up into the back molars of the universe.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
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...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....