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We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire...
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Joan commented, upon sentence, "My body is your property, but my love is not. My love is my own, and I shall love you fiercely while you kill me."
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There is no time for fear. It's much too interesting.
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She is a cat," he thought. "That's all she is--a cat!"
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It was not the site of the earth which surprised him - it was the smell. .... This earth and air smelled alive. There was the odor of plants, of water, of things which he could not even guess. The air was coded with a million years of memory. In this air people had swum to manhood, before they conquered the stars. .... It was the wild free moisture which came laden with the indications of things living, dying, sprawling, squirming, loving w..
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crowding together to see something which would ease the boredom of perfection and time.
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but remember that I shall love your sorrow...
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And now if they should break or you should fall, you might faint for a year or two. If that happens, your local system takes over: that's the pack on your back.
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It was all of this: The beat and the heat and the neat repeat of the notes which poured from the congohelium--metal never made for music, matter and anti-matter locked in a fine magnetic grid to ward off the outermost perils of space. Now a piece of it was deep in the body of Old Earth, counting out strange cadences. The churn and the burn and the hot return of music riding the living rock, accompanying itself in an air-carried echo. The su..
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Chang nodded sagely. "My father insisted on it. He said, 'You may be proud of being a scanner. I am sorry you are not a man. Conceal your defects.' So I tried. I wanted to tell the old boy about the up-and-out, and what we did there, but it did not matter. He said, 'Airplanes were good enough for Confucius, and they are for me too.' The old humbug!"
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Meeya Meefla, where
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She warned him, kindly enough, about manners when he forgot the simple ceremonies of eating which everyone knew, such as standing up to unfold the napkin or putting the scraps into the solvent tray and the silverware into the transfer.
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There is no call for you to get tragic about it. Tragedy is easy enough to contrive. And if you want to be tragic, you can be tragic without destroying thirty thousand other people or without wasting a large amount of Earth property. You can drown in water right here, or jump into a volcano like the Japanese in the old books. Tragedy is not the hard part. The hard part is when you don't quite succeed and you have to keep on fighting. When y..
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At sixteen Helen was already famous, and at seventeen already forgotten, and very much alone.
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Was that what people learned between the stars? To care for other people very much indeed and to spring upon them only to reveal love and not devouring to their prey?
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He looked at his dry old hand and it seemed to him that in this atmosphere, he had himself become more reptilian than human. "I am caught by the dry, drab enturtlement of old, old age," he murmured, but the voice was weak and the robots did not hear him."
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KENnEDY SHOT. OSWALD SHOT TOO.
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There is no all- purpose computer built that weighs as little as a hundred and fifty pounds. You do.
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You and I are animals, darling, not even real people, but people do not understand the teaching of Joan, that whatever seems human is human.
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You are Rod McBan the hundred and fifty-first. Specifically, you are a spinal column with a small bone box at one end, the head, and with reproductive equipment at the other end. Inside the bone box you have a small portion of material which resembles stiff, bloody lard. With that you think--you think better than I do, even though I have over five hundred million synaptic connections. You are a wonderful object, Rod McBan. I can understand ..
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