He smiled like a sun lamp.
Spider RobinsonTag: smiles
The problems of today's youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation.
Spider RobinsonTag: death youth drugs despondency social-problems
And there's this place called college! I mean, they want you to care, dig it, care about this education trip, and they don't care enough themselves to make it as attractive as the crap game across the street!
Spider RobinsonProgress is something with no pity, and no purpose. It just happens. It chews up all you ever knew, and spits out things you can't understand, and the only value it seems to have is to make a few people a lot of money.
Spider RobinsonTag: progress
I had not until then fully realized that I was odd, that there was anything strange about growing up with a single-parent genius. I thought all homes had equations scrawled with disc-marker across all the cabinets and walls, and clean laundry in the freezer, and defrosting chicken in the tool drawer. I thought everyone read a book a day and listened to hours of ancient music.
Spider RobinsonWell, some men learn by listening, some read, some observe and analyze — and some of us just have to pee on the electric fence.
Spider RobinsonTag: humour
This is what it is to be human: To see the essential existential futility of all action, all striving - and to act, to strive. This is what it is to be human: to reach forever beyond your grasp. This is what it is to be human: to live forever or die trying. This is what it is to be human: to perpetually ask the unanswerable questions, in the hope that the asking of them will somehow hasten the day when they will be answered. This is what it is to be human: to strive in the face of the certainty of failure. This is what it is to be human: to persist.
Spider RobinsonDreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.
Spider RobinsonКниги се пишат по най-шашави причини. Някои са написани, за да изплатят ипотека, други — за да спасят света, а трети — просто от нямане какво да се прави. Един от любимите ми анекдоти е за писателя, дето се хванал на бас, че е буквално невъзможно да се напише толкова КОФТИ книга, та да не се намери кой да я издаде. И какво станало по-нататък — писателят взел, че написал най-тъпия и най-шаблонния роман, на който бил способен… И не само успял да го продаде, ами и публиката настояла за над две дузини продължения (Не мога да викажа името на писателя: току-виж наследниците му ме осъдили, а пък не разполагам с документи. Поразпитайте на всяко събиране на фантасти — този анекдот е доста известен.)
Spider RobinsonYour diet must be about fifty-fifty, carrots and locoweed," Annie said softly.
He froze.
"I can't figure out what in the name of God's labia majora you think you're doing...but I'm impressed by how well you're doing it in the dark. You must have eyes like a cat.
Tag: dark darkness sneaking sneaking-out
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