Spider Robinson Quotes

Книги 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.)

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.

...one of the secret masters of
the world: a librarian. They
control information. Don't ever p**s one off.

Librarians are the secret masters of the world. They control information. Don't ever piss one off.

The only kind of church I'd want to belong to is the one where no one can quite remember who the hell the prophet was or what exactly it was he did and they wouldn't recognize him if he showed up.

Progress 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.

Sexual intercourse vests no property rights.

The delusion that one's sexual pattern is The Only Right Way To Be is probably the single most common sexual-psychosis syndrome of this era, and it is virtually almost always the victim's fault. You cannot acquire this delusion by observing reality.

Well, some men learn by listening, some read, some observe and analyze — and some of us just have to pee on the electric fence.

Am I finally addressing a sentient being?

Shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased; thus do we refute entropy.

Some guys step on a rake in the dark, and get mad and go punch somebody. Others step on a rake in the dark, and fall down laughing at themselves. I know which kind of guy I’d rather be. So do my friends.

"It took me the better than a quarter century to learn, the hard way, that hard work at something you want to be doing is the most fun that you can have out of bed (and that working at something you don't want to be doing is a logical impossibility-we are all self-employed.)

To learn that the dummies are the ones who think it is possible to cheat the boss or the customers without cheating themselves; to learn that the smart man finds ways to make everything he does be work; to learn that "leisure" time is truly pleasurable (indeed tolerable) only to the extent that it is subconscious grazing for information with which to infuse newer, better work."

Certainly, all of us at Callahan's were heir to the tradition of the B-movie — and the A-movie for that matter — that any female who enters your life in a dramatic manner must be your fated love.

Get it right, you’re a star. Get it half-right, you’re a gas giant.