What North Europe thinks of as its history is actually quite provincial and of limited interest. Different sorts of Christian killing each other, and that’s about it.
Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
Danger’s over, Banana Breakfast is saved.
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else.
The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.
Hey, over here! Have your picture taken with a reclusive author! Today only, we’ll throw in a free autograph! But wait, there’s more!
If America was a person, and it sat down, Lancaster town would be plunged into a Darkness unbreathable.
A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
Can’t say it often enough – change your hair, change your life.
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.