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Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity.
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What church could compete with the fireworks of the pure soul?
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Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a whole world, and that no matter what part of the world or what people or thing I wanted to see and read, you'd find and give it to me.
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Space travel is life-enhancing, and anything that's life-enhancing is worth doing. It makes you want to live forever.
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We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
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The important thing of any time you live in is to be in love yourself. You float above your time then. It's what you want that counts, not what your time wants.
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Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.
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A book is a loaded gun.
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Day, after day, after glorious day, I was falling in love with books.
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The human race likes to give itself airs. One good volcano can produce more greenhouse gases in a year than the human race has in its entire history.
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Americans are far more remarkable than we give ourselves credit for. We've been so busy damning ourselves for years. We've done it all, and yet we don't take credit for it.
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You can make yourself happy or miserable - it's the same amount of effort.
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Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there was it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away.
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I take this continent with me into the grave.
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When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.
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The only science fiction I have written is Fahrenheit 451. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen. It has happened.
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Painting fulfills a need to be non-intellectual. There are times when we have to get our brains out in our fingers.
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Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.
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I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It's essentially nocturnal. But what of the mind which is born of the sun, William, and must spend thousands of hours of a lifetime awake and aware? Can you balance off the body, that pitiful, selfish thing of night against a whole lifetime of sun and intellect? I don't know.
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Those who don't build must burn.
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It could reach up and grab the moon.
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Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all Plot ever should be. It is human desire let run, running, and reaching a goal. It cannot be mechanical. It can only be dynamic.
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The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen.
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You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.