The teaching goes on
Old age ain't no place for sissies," actress Bette Davis"
As the doctor treated the wound, Mazer said, I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.
All were successful,and felt like failures.Gold no longer pretended to understand the nature of success.Instead,he pretended not to. He knew the components that were necessary:None,or maybe one:Dumb...
He had lots of deaths, but that was OK, games were like that, you died a lot until you got the hang of it
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
When I learned you were sick , I finally felt old for the first time. You will recover, and I never will.
Of erections how few are domed like St. Peter's! of creatures, how few vast as the whale!
I am something of a connoisseur of the country pile and I must say {he} had done himself remarkably well. At a guess I would say it was from the reign of Queen Anne and had been bunged up by some...
They were trying to orchestrate a revolution, which almost by definition generated a sense of collective trauma that defied any semblance of coherence and control. If we wish to rediscover the...
I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
She is walking around the living room naked and
My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope - make yourself a structure you can live inside.
It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.
Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.
Nothing stands still, except in our memory.
think I am trying to make my head as empty as it was when I was born onto this damaged planet fifty years ago.
We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.
Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real...
Do not, under any circumstances, belittle a work of fiction by trying to turn it into a carbon copy of real life; what we search for in fiction is not so much reality but the epiphany of truth.
The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.
Turn on the faucet. Wash yourself with the emotion. It won't hurt you. It will only help. If you let the fear inside, if you pull it on like a familiar shirt, then you can say to yourself, "All right,...
What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapors among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more.
I will think of you every day. All the time. If ever you should think of me and wonder what I'm doing, I'm thinking of you. That's all I'll be doing. Nothing else.
Time makes us pointless.
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything...
There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.
Everything in life is just for a while.
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
the pain we suffer is a way to make us appreciate what comes next.
Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.
Kids chase the love that eludes them.
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...
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....