A half-finished book is a half-finished love affair.
A half-finished book is a half-finished love affair.
Men invented money Women invented mutual aid
When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.
A rocker rose like Poseidon and flexed his knuckles.
One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.
All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.
One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.
An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.
Only professional diplomats, inveterate idiots and women view diplomacy as a long-term substitute for war.
As an experienced editor, I disapprove of flashbacks, foreshadowings, and tricksy devices; they belong in the 1980s with M.A.s in postmodernism and chaos theory.
People are obscenities. Would rather be music than be a mass of tubes squeezing semisolids around itself for a few decades before becoming so dribblesome it'll no longer function.
Better a soulless clone... than a souled roach.
Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
The better organized the state, the duller its humanity.
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway,I find myself stepping out on the street again.
The conflict between corporations and activists is that of narcolepsy versus remembrance. The corporations have money, power, and influence. Our weapon is public outrate.
He sifts the radio waves, but it's all men singing like women and women singing like men...
The weak are meat the strong do eat.
History admits no rules; only outcomes.
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.
Torturous advances won over generations can be lost by a single stroke of a myopic president's pen or a vainglorious general's sword.
I have always unswervingly held, that God, in our civilizing world, manifests Himself not in the miracles of biblical age, but in progress. It is progress that leads humanity up the ladder towards the God-head. No Jacob's ladder this, no, but rather Civilization's Ladder, if you will.
Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.
I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
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