I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city.
Speak when you are angry--and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret.
Be a good listener. Your ears will never get you in trouble.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
For visions come not to polluted eyes.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.