Occupation: Novelist Birth: December 16, 1928 Death: March 2, 1982
The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, n….
Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an….
The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a viole….
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passag….
I started reading SF when I was about twelve and I read all I could, so any author who was writing about that time, I read. But there's no doubt who ….
Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in….
Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair..
The inanity of her remark infuriated him. 'Good grief don't you understand Janet? At this point I'm thoroughly delusional. I'm as mentally ill as it'….
But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter..
Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances..
I mean, after all, you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even consi….
We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from t….
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them..
but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, ….
She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me..
Barefoot conducts his seminars on his houseboat in Sausalito. It costs a hundred dollars to find out why we are on this Earth. You also get a sandwic….
What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But ….