You must learn to control your dreams or your dreams will forever control you.
Is it just me or is this like a bad TV sci-fi show?
The obsession with correct political belief and expression in art is stultifying the genre as it is necessarily exclusive. We are losing our voice in artificial, forced homogeny posing as tolerance. Propaganda-disguised-as-story drives readers away...
Lo sfrigolio delle foglie di una vecchia quercia riempiva il silenzio che galleggiava intorno. L’odore dell’erba saturava le narici fin quasi a inebriare la mente. Il corpo giaceva rilassato alla frescura dell’austero tronco, immerso nell’aria...
I’m the terrorist, do what I say or I’ll terrorize you.
The signs shifted in my mind like a kaleidoscope of visions.
Well, I can’t prove it, but, yes, I am leaning that way.
Dwell in the past, worry about the future and find misery in the present.
All those years of lurid magazine covers showing extremely nubile females being menaced in three distinct colors by assorted monstrosities; those horror movies, those invasion-from-outer-space novels, those Sunday supplement fright splashes—all those sturdy psychological ruts...
He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.
It would not do to be Lord of a universe inhabited solely by serfs.
Having to amuse myself during those earlier years, I read voraciously and widely. Mythic matter and folklore made up much of that reading—retellings of the old stories (Mallory, White, Briggs), anecdotal collections and historical investigations...
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.