Quotes from Theodore Sturgeon

And let the days go by, and let the time pass, and huddle beneath your impenetrable integument, and wait, and wait, and every once in a long while you will have that moment of lonely consciousness when there is no one around to see; and then it may burst from you and you may dance, or cry, or twist the hair on your head till your eyeballs blaze, or do any of the other things your so unfashionable nature thirstily demands.

Such a statement may well represent Sturgeon's own key to working. But there is no necessity for it to be my key into the work.

Qui suis-je, moi, pour tirer des conclusions positives au sujet de la moralité et des codes qui puissent servir à l'humanité entière ?

Si Bébé, c'est-à-dire le cÅ"ur, le moi, le tabernacle de ce nouvel être, si Bébé pouvait être remplacé, alors l'Homo Gestalt etait immortel.

What are we to do with Sturgeon's frequently quoted assertion, "All my work is about love"? Well, I take the assertion seriously—but in the manner that I take seriously the innumerable strategies devised over the centuries by innumerable artists to reach into the centers of their own creativity. Such a statement may well represent Sturgeon's own key to working. But there is no necessity for it to be my key into the work.

No me gustan los intelectuales hombres de las letras con sus conversaciones sobrecargadas de citas.

no one knows what's really wrong with you but you; no one can find a cure for it but you; no one but you can identify it as a cure; and once you find it, no one but you can do anything about it.

Et vous... nous... sommes-nous responsables des progrès et des réussites de l'humanité ? - Mais nous les partageons... Nous sommes cette humanité. Cette humanité qui fait de son mieux pour se tuer.

Un sentiment de vénération montait en lui. Il savait que ce sentiment n'était autre que ce qu'il avait toujours été pour le reste de l'humanité, c'est-à-dire le respect de soi-même.

Acaso hay algún amor en alguna parte sin su propio lenguaje?

Wrong. Wrong as a squirrel with feathers, or a wolf with wooden teeth; not injustice, not unfairness—just a wrongness that, under the sky, could not exist... the idea that such as he could belong to anything.

Ask the next question, and the one that follows that, and the one that follows that. It's the symbol of everything humanity has ever created, and is the reason it has been created.

He couldn't handle men. All his life he had run away from humans and what they represented to him. He was like a frightened child when men closed in on him.

Was a bird for about an hour," he said. "Tell you something about birds. People go around all the time sayin', 'Am I a man? Am I a woman, a real woman?' Lookin' at what they've done, wonderin' if that's what a man would do. Now, birds: they just birds. The one thing they never do is say, 'Am I a bird?

Los gatos son sin duda las criaturas más egoístas, ingratas e hipócritas de este u otros mundos. Engendrados de una nefasta alianza entre Lilit y Satanás...

Understand, I was a bright and profoundly unimaginative child: Much of what passes for intelligence in children is a stark deafness to metaphor coupled with a pigheaded literal-mindedness.

I said this before and I will have to say it again, when you come right down to it there is not a thing a man needs than a way to fill his belly and let somebody take care of all his thinking, he don't have to if he don't want to.

Un gato es el único animal que puede vivir como un parásito y conservar plenamente su capacidad de cuidar de sí mismo. Oímos hablar de perros perdidos, pero nunca de gatos perdidos. Los gatos no se pierden porque los gatos no son de niguna parte.

El mundo está lleno de personas que se sienten incompletas, personas que tienen todo lo que pueden desear y que sin embargo no son felices, personas que se sienten solas en una multitud. El mundo está poblado casi exclusivamente de fantasmas.

Yes. I quite understand Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I'm giving away everything I had—clothes, gifts, everything, and I'm getting new ones, for the same reason. Not because I hate the sight of them and what they represent, but because I'd rather not have them around.

And though they clamor endlessly to ask, "Where do you get your ideas?" (a question I have never heard any SF writer worth her or his salt seriously try to answer), the question, "How do you put these ideas together?" (which, with a little thought and analysis, is sometimes answerable) is much rarer.

Why, you poor things—didn't you know? Knowledge and understanding aren't props for one another. Knowledge is a pile of bricks, and understanding is a way of building. Build for me!

Hay en ciertas almas vivas una atroz forma de soledad, tan grande que debe ser compartida como la compañía que comparten los seres inferiores. Esa soledad es mía, y quiero que con esto sepas que en la inmensidad hay alguien más solo que tú.

Hasta la soledad tiene un límite para quienes están suficientemente solos durante suficiente tiempo