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The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
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“But that wouldn’t happen to us. I’d read a book of John Barth’s, The End of the Road, and I’d absorbed its most important lesson. When you have to make a choice, and all else fails, take the one on the left.”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“At Arbor Court, with the cats fed and tea made, she said, “Bowling.” “I had to get away from the bookstore,” I said, “and there were things I needed to do, but I wasn’t ready to do them yet. And every once in a while for the past few years I’ve told myself that I really ought to go over to Bowl-Mor, and I never did, and then the building came down and all I had left was a resentment.”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“Good evening,” I said. “I suppose you’re wondering why I summoned you all here.”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“that’s where Fredric Brown spent his later years.” “Fredric Brown? Our Fredric Brown?” “We were on the bus together.” “You and Fredric Brown.” “Right.” “On a bus in Tucson.” “When he was trying to work out a plot,” I said, “he would ride buses all night, and thoughts would come to him.” “I’ll bet they would. ‘Why am I up so late? What am I doing on this broken-down rattletrap?”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“Some years back a small library I’d purchased had included a Cadwallader Club limited edition of the two Alice books, bound in red leather with gold stamping. John Tenniel’s illustrations are the ones everybody knows, but the Cadwallader edition featured two dozen dazzling color plates by Michael Trossman. I never did get around to shelving the books,”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“Is that a word?” “Not in the real world.” “The real world.” Her words, an echo to mine, seemed to hang in the air, and we both sat up and listened to them. “Bern, you’re saying this world we’re in right now isn’t real.” “It is and it isn’t.” “It feels real,” she said, “and it doesn’t, both at the same time, so I sort of know what you mean. We’re right here now, aren’t we? We’re not holograms of ourselves and this isn’t going to turn out to be some horseshit dream.”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“thought of the classic definition of a Unitarian:”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
“Well, that was well before awesome. People who say awesome now wouldn’t be born for another thirty years. What’s it about, Bern? Colonies on Alpha Centauri? Space ships shooting at each other with lasers?”
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
― The Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
