One should always avoid unnecessary unhappiness. Especially if one is an immortal. They taught us that in school.
If you want to see what stage comedians did to get laffs a century ago, watch the 1910 ‘Wizard of Oz.’ I hope you have a high tolerance for pratfalls.
Funny thing about those Middle Ages, said Joseph. “They just keep coming back. Mortals keep thinking they’re in Modern Times, you know, they get all this neat technology and pass all these humanitarian laws, and then something happens: there’s an economic crisis, or science makes some discovery people can’t deal with. And boom, people go right back to burning Jews and selling pieces of the true Cross. Don’t you ever make the mistake of thinking that mortals want to live in a golden age. They hate thinking.
I detest flying anywhere. Left to my own devices, I’d never leave my keyboard.
People who like to fume about the manner in which Disney changed beloved classics are often ignorant of history, not to mention the realities of show business.
In 1921, Harry Houdini started his own film company called – wait for it – the Houdini Picture Corporation.
The 1910 Edison film of Frankenstein was itself a dead thing revived by technology.
Romantic Orientalism was fascinated by the color and excitement of a powerful culture, and nearly always approached its subject with love.
Besides, we weren’t made to battle villains, because there weren’t any. No nation, creed, or race was any better or worse than another; all were flawed, all were equally doomed to suffering, mostly because they couldn’t see that they were all alike. Mortals might have been contemptible, true, but not evil entirely. They did enjoy killing one another and frequently came up with ingenious excuses for doing so on a grand scale-religions, economic theories, ethnic pride-but we couldn’t condemn them for it, as it was in their mortal natures and they were too stupid to know any better.
I may cut my coat to follow fashion, sir, but not my conscience.
The leaf that spreads in the light is the only holiness there is. I haven’t found holiness in the faiths of mortals, or in their music, not in their dreams: it’s out in the open field, with the green rows looking at the sky. I don’t know what it is, this holiness: but it’s there, and it looks at the sky.
Probably though this is some conditioning the Company installed to ensure I’d be a good botanist. Well, I grew up into a good one. Damned good.
I don’t think humanity just replays history, but we are the same people our ancestors were, and our descendants are going to face a lot of the same situations we do. It’s instructive to imagine how they would react, with different technologies on different worlds. That’s why I write science fiction — even though the term ‘science fiction’ excites disdain in certain persons.
England was a cold, backward, rebellious little kingdom. It’s king: Henry the Eighth, remembered principally for his six wives and the chicken legs clutched in his fat fists.