Old age arrives like the first days of fall. One afternoon you look up, or smell something in the air, and know instinctively things have changed. I suppose the same thing is true about our own death. Suddenly it’s near enough that we can smell it. — Jonathan Carroll, The Marriage of Sticks. (Tor Books;… Continue reading Jonathan Carroll
But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind. — Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale. (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, April 25, 2017) Originally published 1985.
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed… Continue reading Philip K. Dick
When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago,… Continue reading Jeanette Winterson
The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it is the canvas upon which we paint our desires. Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence which we share and create. ― Frank Herbert, Children of Dune. … Continue reading Frank Herbert
‘You see,’ I said, ‘I’m a socialist. I don’t think this world was made for a small minority to dance on the faces of everyone else.’ — H.G. Wells, In the Days of the Comet. (Ariel Pr April 1999) Originally published 1906.
The Gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools. — Larry Niven, Ringworld. (Gollancz; New Ed edition June 9, 2005) Originally published 1970.
What does a scanner see? Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly? — Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly. (Gollancz; Film Tie-in Ed edition August 17, 2006) Originally published 1977.
I think we love differently every day. Like the guy who said you can’t stand in a river at exactly the same place twice. Today I love you differently than yesterday, or will tomorrow. — Jonathan Carroll, After Silence. (Doubleday, 1992)
He had been crying quietly all evening. It did not show, not a vestige of it, on his face. It was all hidden somewhere and it wouldn’t stop. — Ray Bradbury, from “The October Game,” The Stories of Ray Bradbury. (Knopf 1980)