Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.
Beasley was a little man whose face looked like an X ray of an ulcer.
Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time and method of execution unknown.
For the record, suspicion can kill, and prejudice can destroy. And a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own, for the children and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.
There is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.
Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.
We’re developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won’t be able to think.
I don’t think it’s man’s function to write. I don’t think it’s a normal thing like teeth-brushing and going to the bathroom. It’s a supered position on the animal.
If you want to prove that God is not dead first prove that man is alive.
When I dig back through memory cells, I get one particularly distinctive feeling-and that’s one of warmth, comfort and well-being. For whatever else I may have had, or lost, or will find-I’ve still got a hometown. This, nobody’s gonna take away from me.
I don’t feel, God dictated that I should write.
Someplace between apathy and anarchy is the stance of the thinking human being. He does embrace a cause, he does take a position, and can’t allow it to become business as usual. Humanity is our business.
Any state, any entity, any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of man, that state is obsolete.
Coming up with ideas is the easiest thing on earth. Putting them down is the hardest.
You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, the Twilight Zone.
It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.
Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, a talent becomes a curse.
According to the Bible, God created the heavens and the Earth. It is man’s prerogative – and woman’s – to create their own particular and private hell.
I’ve written all that I’ve wanted to write to date.
Every Superstate has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and the truth is a menace.