When you have shot and killed a man you have in some measure clarified your attitude toward him. You have given a definite answer to a definite problem. For better or worse you have acted decisively. In a way, the next move is up to him.
Strangers may not lodge complaints till they have been in residence here for ninety days, the Cacique said, and no stranger has ever remained with us that long. My complaint won't hold for ninety days. I accuse you people of eating men.
Sometimes traveling people will be talking together. They will say how good it is in some places and how bad it is in others. And, sooner or later, one of them is bound to mention it. Talk about really being out in the boondocks! he will say, there's a little planet named Earth--
Pirates are perhaps the greatest invention of Earth people, Elizabeth interrupted loftily, and their pirate stories are wonderful entertainment for small children. We have to give Earth people credit for that, they invented pirates.
When very young, Hannali would sit on the black ground and chuckle till it was feared he would injure himself. Whatever came over him, prenatal witticism or ancestral joke, he seldom was able to hold his glee. In all his life he never learned to hold it in.
These men were the salt of the skies, the one out of ten who had determinedly stayed alive through the whole war, very often hurt, absolutely refusing to be killed.
As regards very small celestial bodies of a light-minded nature, the law of levity is allowed to supersede the law of gravity.
His soaring vaunt escaped the blooming ears of us, He's gone, he's dead, he's dirt, he disappears from us! Be this the death of highest thrust of human all? The flaming end of bright and shining crewmen all? Destroyed? His road is run? It's but a bend of it; Make no mistake, this only seems
A newspaper man has got to know when to keep his mouth and his mind shut. You might end up dead. Isn't that the usual fate of men, Harry?
The best time to write a story is yesterday. The next best time is today.
Death is for a long time. Those of shallow thought say that it is forever. There is, at least, a long night of it. There is the forgetfulness and the loss of identity. The spirit, even as the body, is unstrung and burst and scattered. One goes down to death, and it leaves a mark on one forever.
I'm the guy who keeps it all going. If I weren't here, you wouldn't be here either. I know it all, I'm a smart-aleck. Loan-sharking and fencing. Any time I can't see you, you've had it.
We ourselves become the bridges out over the interval that is the world and time. It is a daring thing to fling ourselves out over that void that is black and scarlet below and green and gold above. A bridge does not abandon its first shore when it grows out in spans towards the further one.
My brain reels, moaned Homer the man. Reality melts away.
I'll break the spell or the science of her singing yet. As the only man left it devolves on me to do it.
Man-a-bleeding, but they broke out of that place! You say it can't be done, but they did it. Their expectations had been too high, and no second-rate Hell could hold them. In a way it was their greatest feat. No one else had ever broken out of there before.
An excess of science will leave none of us alive.
There are no rules. We do whatever seems the most fun.
I will never tell anyone how much fun it is in this place.
True love is that we should hate whatever interferes with our vision of the high and the lowly.
Do not be deceived by the way men of bad faith misuse words and names, the Black Pope was saying, and now his head was quite powdered with snow. It used to be only the English who excelled in the deception of words. Then the French went even beyond them, and now the whole world is adept at it.
Here there are warlocks and mandragoras and witches, the navigation data log issued. When your machines start to go droll on you you're in trouble, Roadstrum growled. I can get wise answers from my men. I don't need a machine for that.
The shapes they take are both objective and subjective. One can shape them a little with one's own mind.
It isn't my profundity that makes me a mental marvel, it's the amazing detail of my perception. There's nobody else who can keep so many things on his mind at once.
When we travel we find how greatly our boyhood dreams are outstripped by reality.