Spider Robinson
Spider Robinson
Spider Robinsonis an American-born Canadian Hugo Award- and Nebula Award-winning science fiction author...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth24 November 1948
CountryCanada
fun whales ideas
Now that I finally have the time for it, this web surfing stuff turns out to be as interesting and fun and addictive as you've all been telling me. Zipping from link to link, chasing an idea across the noosphere, sucking up information like a killer whale - way cool.
years world upside-down
The whole world turns upside down in ten years, but you turn upside down with it.
dream sleep one-day
Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.
art way said
She danced because she needed to. She needed to say things which could be said in no other way, and she needed to take her meaning and her living from the saying of them.
Time didn't pass; it tailgated.
couple smart thinking
It took a couple of hundred million years to develop a thinking ape and you want a smart one in a lousy few hundred thousand?
warm
It's always coldest before the warm.
iron hot
God is an iron... and that's a hot one.
art long
Art takes whatever - and as long as - it takes.
jobs educational night
In 1971, after seven years in college, with that magic piece of paper clutched triumphantly in my fist, the best job I was able to get was night watchman on a sewer project in Babylon, N.Y. guarding a hole in the ground to prevent anyone from stealing it. God bless the American educational system!
heart secret mind
there's nothing in the human heart or mind, no place no matter how twisted or secret, that can't be endured - if you have someone to share it with.
crazy moving speed
We are all time travelers moving at the speed of exactly 60 minutes per hour.
death suicide forever
I'm going to live forever, or die trying !
dirty tired sunday
The problems of today's youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation.