The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.
Most science fiction, quite frankly, is silly nonsense.
Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun.
It's obvious we can't all be a Gully Foyle, but most of us energize at such a low level, so far short of our real capabilities, we could all be more, do more.
The test of intellect is the refusal to belabor the obvious.
You pigs, you. You rut like pigs, is all. You got the most in you, and you use the least. You hear me, you? Got a million in you and spend pennies. Got a genius in you and think crazies. Got a heart in you and feel empties. All a you. Every you.