The robots control the means of production.

This new work of art was one of many attempts to grok all parts of the whole beautiful experience in all its complexity in one opus. But before it could be judged it was necessary to grok how to judge

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so That heaven’s vault should crack. She’s gone for ever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She’s

I thought painting and drawing were about light and happy things and beauty and aesthetics. Not about a spirit or force that reveals who we really are. — Michael S. Meusch, Walking Among Giants

The tears we shed in our sleep are the only genuine tears we shed in our lives. The waking tears are self-pity. — Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook

We came to find new things,” I answered boldly. “We are tired of the old things; we have come up out of the sea to know that which is unknown. We are of a brave race who fear not death, my very much respected

Her beauty — that of a shy, wild, quiveringly sensitive thing — seemed nothing to her. Even her soul, so strong for rhapsody, was not enough. She must have something to reinforce her pride, because she

Like an immature vampire, Jeff was more affected than true. Long stringy hair had been deliberately moussed into a provocative emo-scrawl, his piercings and tattoos organized carefully to maintain his

We wish to be understood, because we wish to be loved, and we wish to be loved because we are in love. Marcel Proust, The Sweet Cheat Gone

Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality – there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth – actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains

They were caught in the wheel from birth and they kept at it till death—and this treadmill they tried to dignify by calling it life. If you asked any one to explain or define life, what was the be all

“You mustn’t mind people so much. They’re not being disagreeable to YOU — it’s their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don’t.” DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

“As for LOVE!” he cried, “you might as well ask a fly to love you! It’ll love settling on you —” DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

When I sleep with a window air conditioner buzzing loudly through the night I hear symphonies in the white noise, operas sung in full voice in the darkness, unleashing the music of my soul throughout the

In my head, words are going on all the time, you know? — Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren

Supposing witch powers are inherited, we start opening questions of what powers do witches have; are they each assigned a kind of magic, or even one ultra-powerful magic spell only they can do? Maybe each

Prelude Tuesday night meant the End. "Already? Doesn't feel like a Tuesday. I must have lost a day." "I'm pretty sure," I said, though in truth, there was no doubt in my mind that it

As I looked into her eyes, I recognized the fire. I had seen it before, in other women, at other times, and I had grown to fear and respect that blaze of madness. Stephanie gazed hungrily at me, blushing