34 ordspråk av Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card föddes den
24 August 1951 - of numerous genres, especially science fiction. b.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. "Dread is the first and strongest of the...kinds of fear. It is that tension, that waiting that comes when you know there is something to fear but you have not yet identified what it is. The fear that comes when you first realize that your spouse should have been home hours ago; when you hear a strange sound in the baby's bedroom; when you realize that a window you are sure you closed is now open, the curtains billowing, and you're alone in the house.
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Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
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An "acceptable" level of unemployment means that the government economist to whom it is acceptable still has a job
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And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
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As long as you keep getting born, it's alright to die some times.
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Changing the world is good for those who want their names in books. But being happy, that is for those who write their names in the lives of others, and hold the hearts of others as the treasures most dear.
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Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes
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Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes
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Everyone is naked. Everyone wants to hide. But life is sweet. Let it go on.
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For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.
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Humans mate with beings who challenge their supremacy. They have conflict between mates, not because their communication is inferior to ours, but because they commune with each other at all.
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I did it just because my friend asked me to, ... There was a real lack of black male role-model-type heroes in fiction, and he wanted to have a writer he likes do that.
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I realized that everything important in sci-fi showed up in the magazines first. It's the proving ground for new writers and new ideas.
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I wonder sometimes if the motivation for writers ought to be contempt, not admiration.
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If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side.
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