Keep violence in the mind where it belongs.

One afternoon in early January, the weather showed a lack of character. There was no frost nor wind: the trees in the garden did not stir.

Most SF is about madness, or what is currently ruled to be madness; this is part of its attraction - it's always playing with how much the human mind can encom…

Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and strange in their instinct for growth.

Except our own thoughts, there is nothing absolutely in our power.

Impartial observers from other planets would consider ours an utterly bizarre enclave if it were populated by birds, defined as flying animals, that neverthele…

One might compare the relation of the ego to the id with that between a rider and his horse. The horse provides the locomotor energy, and the rider has the pre…