Kim Stanley (February 11, 1925 – August 20, 2001)[citation needed] was an American actress, primarily in television and theatre, but with occasional film performances.
Whistling together. Some kind of performance. I mean, not just a conversation, but a performance.
It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.
It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.
First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.
It makes us a thread in a tapestry that has unrolled for centuries before us, and will unroll for centuries after us. We're midway through the loom, that's the present, and what we do casts the thread in a particular direction, and the picture of the tapestry changes accordingly. When we begin to to try to make a picture pleasing to us and to those who come after, then perhaps you can say that we have seized history.
It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power.
Humans were still not only the cheapest robots around, but also, for many tasks, the only robots that could do the job. They were self-reproducing robots too. They showed up and worked generation after generation; give them 3000 calories a day and a few amenities, a little time off, and a strong jolt of fear, and you could work them at almost anything. Give them some ameliorative drugs and you had a working class, reified and coglike.
Logic was to cognition as geometry was to landscape
In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.
It's too bad we only had the courage to live our lives fully in dreams.
Reincarnation is a story we tell; then in the end it's the story itself that is the reincarnation.
The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing. X claims a, Y claims b. They make arguments to support their claims with any number of points. But when their listeners remember the discussion, what matters is simply that X believes a and Y believes b. People then form their judgment on what they think of X and Y.
Habits begin to form at the very first repetition. After that there is a tropism toward repetition, for the patterns involved are defenses , bulwarks against time and despair.
Without an observer at a twenty three degree angle to the light being reflected off a cloud of spherical droplets, there is no rainbow. The whole universe is like that. Our spirits stand at a twenty three degree angle to the universe. There is some new thing created at the contact of photon and retina, some space created between rock and mind.
An excess of reason is itself a form of madness
Very few people ever bother to find out what other people really think. They are willing to accept whatever they are told about anyone sufficiently distant.
It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.
We should conceive of ourselves not as rulers of Earth, but as highly powerful, conscious stewards: The Earth is given to us in trust, and we can screw it up or make it work well and sustainably.
You can't get any movement larger than five people without including at least one flippin idiot.
Below the 40th latitude there is no law; below the 50th no god; below the 60th no common sense and below the 70th no intelligence whatsoever.