God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about.
Demolition is a part of construction.
It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.
Memories fade but words hang around forever.
If popular culture has taught us anything, it is that someday mankind must face and destroy the growing robot menace.
. . . humanity learns true lessons only in cataclysm.
Each new generation builds on the work of the previous one, gaining new perspective. New verbs are introduced. We Google strange and dangerous places. We tweet mindlessly to the cosmos. We Facebook our own grandmothers. I, for one, don't want to be left behind.
Never forget that when we are dealing with any pleasure in its healthy and normal and satisfying form, we are, in a sense, on the Enemy’s (God’s) ground…He [God] made the pleasure: all our research so far has not enabled us to produce one. All we can do is to encourage the humans to take the pleasures which our Enemy [God] has produced, at at times, or in ways, or in degrees, which He [God] has forbidden.
- Might it console you to know that I expect nothing but torture from her return? That I regard you as a bird of paradise? She shook her head. - That my admiration for you is painfully strong? - I want Van – she cried – and not intangible admiration. - Intangible? You goose. You my gauge it, you may brush it once very lightly with the knuckles of you gloved hand. I said knuckles. I said once. That will do. I can't kiss you. Not even your burning face. Good-bye, pet. Tell Edmond to take a nap after he returns. I shall need him at two in the morning.
The human need to play is a powerful one. When we ignore it, we feel there is something missing in our lives.
Every parent's first responsibility is to teach his child that there is a God to whom he's accountable and that God has certain commands that we're obligated to obey.