Quotes About Adaptation

Ten years of doing everything wrong suddenly became the right idea, the right scene, the right characters, the right day, the right creative time.

It's a lonely life, but you're used to it now, aren't you?

And the men of Mars realized that in order to survive they would have to forgo asking that one question any longer: Why live? Life was its own answer.

It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the "parlour families" today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are not.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak.

The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.

No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves.

The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so

Doesn't an old thing always know when a new thing comes?

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

It's as good as I remember. Lord, how they've changed it in our 'parlors' these days. Christ is one of the 'family' now. I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

Creen que soy insociable. No me adapto. Es muy extraño. En el fondo, soy muy sociable. Todo depende de lo que se entienda por ser sociable, ¿no? Para mí, representa hablar de cosas como estas. –Hizo sonar unas nueces que habían caído del árbol del patio-. O comentar lo extraño que es el mundo.

I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.

Se non ci ascolteranno, dovremo aspettare ancora. Insegneremo i libri ai nostri figli, oralmente, e i figli a loro volta li passeranno ad altri. In questo modo molto sarà perduto, è chiaro. Ma non si può costringere la gente ad ascoltare: devono arrivarci da soli, quando è il momento, e allora domandarsi cosa è successo e perché il mondo è scoppiato sotto i loro piedi. Perché così non può durare.

Creen que soy insociable. No me adapto. Es muy extraño. En el fondo, soy muy sociable. Todo depende de lo que se entienda por ser sociable, ¿no? Para mí, representa hablar de cosas como éstas. —Hizo sonar unas nueces que habían caído del árbol del patio—. O comentar lo extraño que es el mundo. Estar con la gente es agradable. Pero no considero que sea sociable reunir a un grupo de gente y, después, no dejar que hable.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes, all that.

No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes.

I saw that most of the Irish I met had a variety of ways of making do with that dreadful beast Reality. You can run into it head-on, which is a dire business, or you can skirt around it, give it a poke, dance for it, make up a song, write you a tale, prolong the gab, fill up the flask. Each partakes of Irish cliché, but each, in the foul weather and the foundering politics, is true.

I'm not surprised at anything any more, said the old man. I'm just looking. I'm just experiencing. If you can't take Mars for what she is, you might as well go back to Earth.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like after you take your hands away.

Ithought that's why we bought this house, so we wouldn't have to do anything? That's just it. I feel like I don't belong here. (p.13)

Over the years, they had tuned the walk, prying up an A board and nailing it here, lifting up an F board and pounding it back down there until the walk was as near onto being melodious as weather and two entrepreneurs could fashion it.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.