Stanley G. Weinbaum > Quotes

“Too many questions breed answers to none.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, Dawn of Flame

“He scarcely knew whether to be glad or bitter, for indeed, though she had granted his request to spare his companions, she had granted it only at the cost of the destruction of the cause for which he had sacrificed everything. There were no Harriers any more, but he was still to die for them.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, Dawn of Flame

“He scarcely know whether to be glad or bitter, for indeed, though she had granted his request to spare his companions, she had granted it only at the cost of the destruction of the cause for which he had sacrificed everything. There were no Harriers any more, but he was still to die for them.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, Dawn of Flame

“This lousy, dried-up pill of a desert called Mars’ll never support much human population. The Sahara desert is just as good a field for imperialism, and a lot closer to home.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, The 27th Golden Age of Science Fiction MEGAPACK®: Stanley G. Weinbaum

“I am the Planet eremite, the giant repulsor
of the light
That falls like icy rain at night, from frigid stars
and moons a-cold.
Ye hath not seen a world like this - the blank
and oceanless abyss,
The nameless pit and precipice, the mountain
very bleak and old.
Yet ah - my silence murmureth! Oh, Inner Orbs,
ye have not heard
That stillness where there is no death, because
no life hath ever stirred!
'But here God's very name is dead!' wept Heaven's
mighty Myriarch.
Then trembling turned away and fled, for Some-
thing gibbered in the dark!”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, The New Adam

“Oh, wad some pow’r the giftie gie us to see oursel’s as ithers see us.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, The 27th Golden Age of Science Fiction MEGAPACK®: Stanley G. Weinbaum

“Sun-power!” grunted the captain. “That’s primitive!” And the engineer added an emphatic “Ja!” of agreement. “Not as primitive as all that,” corrected Jarvis. “The sunlight focused on a queer cylinder in the center of a big concave mirror, and they drew an electric current from it. The juice worked the pumps.” “A t’ermocouple!” ejaculated Putz.”
― Stanley G. Weinbaum, The 27th Golden Age of Science Fiction MEGAPACK®: Stanley G. Weinbaum