The shortest horror story: The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
Don’t ever sell mankind short by saying there’s anything they can’t do.
When you look out of a window, when you look at anything, you know what you’re seeing? Yourself. A thing can only look beautiful or romantic or inspiring only if the beauty or romance or inspiration is inside you.
There are no rules. You can write a story, if you wish, with no conflict, no suspense, no beginning, middle or end. Of course, you have to be regarded as a genius to get away with it, and that’s the hardest part – convincing everybody you’re a genius.
No one can tell time except approximately, time never stands still to be named.
In all the universe only the human race has ever reached a high level of intelligence without reaching a high level of sanity. We are unique.
Fortunately, I have forgotten most of the things that have happened to me. Fortunately, the mind has a limited capacity for remembering. It would be horrible if I remembered the details of a hundred and eighty thousand years – the details of four thousand lifetimes that I have lived since the first great atomic war.
The older you get, the less afraid of ghosts you are – whether you believe in them or not. By the time you pass the fifty mark you’ve known so many people who are now dead that ghosts, if there are any, aren’t all strangers. Some of your best friends are ghosts; why should you be afraid of them? And it’s not too many years before you’ll all be on the other side of the fence yourself.
Tracy stood up and found that the room was swaying around him in a manner that would have been more disconcerting if it had been less familiar.