Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo. Saca la bala del arma. Abre la mente del hombre. Se sabe acaso quién puede ser el blanco de un hombre leído? Yo? No puedo aceptarlo.
Surprise is where creativity comes in.
this and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears, he is a protector.
There were only the great diamonds and sapphires and emerald mists and velvet inks of space, with God’s voice mingling among the crystal fires.
He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man.
No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now.
but the full moon soothes all sick animal, be they human or plan field beast. there is a serenity of color, a quietude of touch, a sweet sculpturing of mind and body in full moonlight.
It had moved in the midnight waters of space like a pale sea leviathan; it had passed the ancient moon and thrown itself onward into one nothingness following another.
How many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often – he searched for a simile, found one in his work – torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?
I don’t try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.