“The small household appliances go first. After a half a year of this stalemate that you abhor, a woman’s nuclear knife won’t work any more. Her stove begins failing. Her washer doesn’t do a good job. The temperature-humidity control in her house dies on a hot summer day. What happens?” He paused for an answer, and Sutt said calmly, “Nothing. People endure a good deal in war.”

  • From Foundation, by Isaac Asimov
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Lord Dorwin thought the way to be a good archaeologist was to read all the books on the subject—written by men who were dead for centuries. He thought that the way to solve archaeological puzzles was to weigh the opposing authorities. And Pirenne listened and made no objections. Don’t you see that there’s something wrong with that?”

“We consider the greatest end of science is the classification of past data. It is important, but is there no further work to be done? We’re receding and forgetting, don’t you see?”

  • From Foundation, by Isaac Asimov

The ceiling seemed to be a common, everyday ceiling of the sort one might find anywhere. Once, it had been painted white, or possibly a pale cream. Years of dust and dirt, however, had given it the color of spoiled milk. It had no ornament, no defining characteristic. No argument, no message. It fulfilled its structural role but aspired to nothing further.

  • Men Without Women (Haruki Murakami)

 

Rosalie brought magic to the lonely so long ago. now Rosalie either so very old or so quiet under the earth, this is the pimple-faced kid who lied about his age just to watch you.

You were good, Rosalie in 1935, good enough to remember now when the light is yellow and the nights are slow.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

I help him burn some more of his poesy they float well down the river lighting up the night as good words should.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

I was young but always alone—I felt that I needed the time to get something done and the only way I could buy time was with poverty.

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski

they really have no idea of what to do with themselves: swim? tennis? drive up the coast? down the coast?

  • from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski