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Practically all SF is trash.
I believe in no final solutions.
There are no answers, only choices.
Cannibals prefer those who have no spines.
We are like snails, each stuck to his own leaf.
To torture a man you have to know his pleasures.
Where do consequences lead? Depends on the escort.
Do not trust people. They are capable of greatness.
People make filthy things with the freedom they regained.
The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.
He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.
If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?
Science explains the world, but only Art can reconcile us to it.
A specialist is a barbarian whose ignorance is not well-rounded.
Every stink that fights the ventilator thinks it is Don Quixote.
Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?
Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.
A dream will always triumph over reality, once it is given the chance.
Everything is explicable in the terms of the behavior of a small child.
If man had more of a sense of humor, things might have turned out differently.
You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.
Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.
Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.
Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.
I hadn't known there were so many idiots in the world until I started using the Internet.
Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.
The demand for absolute purity of genres is becoming nowadays an anachronism in literature.
How do you expect to communicate with the ocean, when you can’t even understand one another?
You believe by doubting and you doubt by believing; yet this state too is not the final one.
I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.
I never loved totalitarianism and all the ideas of making mankind happy always seemed crazy to me.
No one reads; if someone does read, he doesn't understand; if he understands, he immediately forgets.
A man who for an entire week does nothing but hit himself over the head has little reason to be proud.
I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.
I do not like the way people use the more and more magnificent fruits of technology to their filthy deeds.
I don't resist progress, but I have a growing feeling that mankind uses it mostly for disgraceful purposes.
Burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure.
A candidate is a person who gets money from the rich and votes from the poor to protect them from each other.
...it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.
We don't want to conquer the cosmos, we simply want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the frontiers of the cosmos.
The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.
I have to admit that he was not bad at combinatorial analysis - a branch, however, that even then I considered to be dried up.
I never read to kill time. Killing time is like killing someone's wife or a child. There is nothing more precious for me than time.
Good books tell the truth, even when they're about things that never have been and never will be. They're truthful in a different way
Plentitude, when too plentitudinous, was worst than destitution, for obviously what could one do, if there was nothing one could not?
A smart machine will first consider which is more worth its while: to perform the given task or, instead, to figure some way out of it.
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.
A writer should not run around with a mirror for his countrymen; he should tell his society and his times things no one ever thought before.
Even a fool could see that one didn't need a war, nuclear or otherwise, to destroy oneself; the rising cost of weaponry could do that quite nicely.
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that Finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny.