The trouble with the world is that people are still superstitious instead of scientific. If everybody would study science more, there wouldn’t be all the trouble there was.
I hear he liked flowers pretty well.”
“Yes,” said Annie, “he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him.”
–“Out, Brief Candle
His very first story, he told me as he was dying, was set in Camelot, the court of King Arthur in Britain: Merlin the Court Magician casts a spell that allows him to equip the Knights of the Round Table with Thompson submachine guns and drums of .45-caliber dumdums.
Sir Galahad, the purest in heart and mind, familiarizes himself with this new virtue-compelling appliance. While doing so, he puts a slug through the Holy Grail and makes a Swiss cheese of Queen Guinevere.
If people think nature is their friend then they sure don’t need an enemy.
You know what truth is? … It’s some crazy thing my neighbor believes. If I want to make friends with him, I ask him what he believes. He tells me, and I say, “Yeah, yeah – ain’t it the truth?
Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.
People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they’ll have good voice boxes in case there’s ever anything really meaningful to say.
Don’t forget to wind the restricted clock and put the confidential cat out.
Nobody talked much as the expedition crossed the moon. There was nothing appropriate to say. One thing was clear: Absolutely everybody in the city was supposed to be dead, regardless of what they were, and that anybody that moved in it represented a flaw in the design. There were to be no moon men at all.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.