Unk, standing at a porthole, wept quietly. He was weeping for love, for family, for friendship, for truth, for civilization. The things he wept for were all abstractions, since his memory could furnish few faces or artifacts with which his imagination might fashion a passion play.
Much of the conversation in the country consisted of lines from television shows, both past and present.
It posed the question posed by all such stone piles.: how had puny men moved stones so big? And, like all such stone piles, it answered the question itself. Dumb terror had moved those stones so big
All these years, I've been opening the window and making love to the world.
One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.
Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.
The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.
The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.
Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.
The river was the Hudson. There were carp in there and we saw them. They were as big as atomic submarines. We saw waterfalls, too, streams jumping off cliffs into the valley of the Delaware.
The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.
But people didn't have to pay as much attention to the awful truth. As the living legend of the cruel tyrant in the city and the gentle holy man in the jungle grew, so, too, did the happiness of the people grow. They were all employed full time as actors in a play they understood, that any human being anywhere could understand and applaud.
All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.
If I wrote something that hadn't really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That's fraud!
Trout's leading robot looked like a human being, and could talk and dance and so on, and go out with girls. And nobody held it against him that he dropped jellied gasoline on people. But they found his halitosis unforgivable. But then he cleared that up, and he was welcomed to the human race.
When you get right down to it, everybody's having a perfectly lousy time of it, and I mean everyone. And the hell of it is, nothing seems to help much.
New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.
Jonah-John-if I had been a Sam, I would have been a Jonah still-not because I have been unlucky for others, but because somebody or something has compelled me to be certain places, at certain times, without fail. Conveyances and motives, both conventional and bizarre, have been provided. And, according to plan, at each appointed second, at each appointed place this Jonah was there.
All this happened, more or less.
People aren't supposed to look back.
He alienated his friends in the sciences by thanking them extravagantly for scientific advances he had read about in the recent newspapers and magazines, by assuring them, with a perfectly straight face, that life was getting better and better, thanks to scientific thinking.
The slaves were simply turned loose without any property. They were easily recognizable. They were black. They were suddenly free to go exploring.
The fortifications have never been attacked, nor has any sane man ever proposed any reason why they should be attacked. They have never defended anything. Fourteen hundred persons are said to have died while building them. Of these fourteen hundred, about half are said to have been executed in public for substandard zeal.
Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!
The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.
The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.
He couldn't tell the difference between one politician and another. They were all formlessly enthusiastic chimpanzees to him.
Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.
Dear Friends: As one who has experimented extensively with life in the home and community, using real people in true-life situations, I doubt that any playthings could prepare a child for one millionth of what is going to hit him in the teeth, ready or not.
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