Author: Joe Haldeman

Cites

• benjaarons (1)
  • IN: Worlds Enough and Time (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: life is not: a book not even when it seems to have pages and chapters beginning an end some progression and life is not: a movie even though sometimes it seems you sit alone in darkness watching ghosts flicker through a show electric in their rowdy lifelessness life is this: a work of amateur not/art we start just barely time to learn how to hold the brush which colors aren’t fugitive how to use an outline but we’re not allowed to start over not ever they shake their heads and take our canvases away.
    FROM: NULL, (1992), Fictional, NULL
• E. E. Cummings (2)
  • IN: Worlds Apart (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim(death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness— electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world of made is not a world of born—pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if—listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
    FROM: pity this busy monster, manukind, (1944), Poem, US
  • IN: Worlds (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: you shall above all things be glad and young. For if you’re young,whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become. Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need: i can entirely her only love whose any mystery makes every man’s flesh put space on;and his mind take off time that you should ever think,may god forbid and (in his mercy) your true lover spare: for that way knowledge lies, the foetal grave called progress, and negation’s dead undoom. I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
    FROM: NULL, (1940), NULL, US
• Rabindranath Tagore (1)
  • IN: Marsbound (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
    FROM: I touch God in my song, (1921), Poem, India