Book: The illustrated man

Lonely Adam was sinless. Add eve and you add the temptation. Add another man, and it will be possible to adultery. Add another floor, meeting new people, and sins will multiply. Armless is not able to smother. They are not capable of killing in a similar way. Give them a hand, and you will give the chance of further violence. Amoeba do not sin - they multiply by dividing. They don't want your neighbor's wife, do not kill. Give them the floor, arms, legs - here is your murder and adultery. Adding or removing arms, legs, people, you add or remove sins from a list of possible.

We gave the kids everything they asked for. And in return what we get misbehavior, secrets from their parents...

Having made one mistake, how difficult it is to plead guilty, go back, start over.

Important not change places, and important point when you are between them.

It is time to know the price of the earthlings. They are capable of anything: blasphemy, trickery, lies, deceit, theft, murder just to achieve their goal. All's well that will work.

Children, children... they love and hate all mixed together. Now the child loves you one minute hates. Strange people children.

The Lord does not really serious. We all know about it for sure only one thing - that he is love. And love is inseparable from a sense of humor, isn't it? You cannot love a person you do not suffer, right? But to tolerate someone there must at least occasionally chuckle over it. Do you agree? We are all funny little creatures, which were exported in a bowl the condensed milk, and, joking and laughing at us, the more the Lord loves us.

A little simple faith, and with her help, they moved mountains.

Maybe because there has never been a day - the nineteenth of October, one thousand nine hundred and sixty-ninth year, and now he has come, that's all. Such a special number, because in this year all over the world things are so and not otherwise, as was the end.

I do not know. When you realize that everything is correct, will not freak out. And it's all right. If you think about it, how we lived, it had to end.

They all ended up alone. Their voices died, just the echo of the words of the Almighty spoken and died away in the starry abyss. There's the captain flew to the moon, there's meteor swarm took stone out Stimson, out of Applegate on the way to Pluto, Vaughan Smith, Turner, underwood and all the rest; the lenses of a kaleidoscope that had to animate pattern, scattered in all directions.

He fell fast as a bullet, like a stone, as iron weights, all detached, completely detached. No sadness, no joy in the soul, nothing but the desire to do a good deed now that the end of everything, good thing that he knows.
"When I enter the atmosphere, thought Hollis, will burn like a meteor."
- I'd like to know, 'said he,' will someone see me?

They fell like stones falling into a well. Swept them like twelve sticks, thrown up tremendous power. And that's from people leaving only one voice - different voices, disembodied and frenzied, expressing different degrees of horror and despair.

I had a dream. That soon all will end, and so said the voice. Quite a stranger, just a voice, and he said that we on Earth all things come to an end. The next morning I am about it almost forgot, went into the service, and then suddenly I see Stan Willis in broad daylight, stared out the window. I say you're daydreaming, Stan? And he says - today I had a dream, and before he could finish, and I have realized that dream. I could tell him, but Stan began to tell first, and I listened.