If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.

The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

Hey, over here! Have your picture taken with a reclusive author! Today only, we'll throw in a free autograph! But wait, there's more!

Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.