Clergyman's

The Karg looked at her with the interested expression of a coroner who sees his customer twitch.
- Keith Laumer

The Karg looked at her with the interested expression of a coroner who sees his customer twitch.
- Keith Laumer

The Karg looked at her with the interested expression of a coroner who sees his customer twitch.
- Keith Laumer

The human mind is a pattern, nothing more. The first dim flicker of awareness in the evolving forebrain of Australopithecus carried that pattern in embryo; and down through all the ages, as the human neural engine increased in power and complexity, gained control of its environment in geometrically expanding increments, the pattern never varied.
Man clings to his self-orientation as the psychological center of the Universe. He can face any challenge within that framework, suffer any loss, endure any hardship—so long as the structure remains intact.
Without it he’s a mind adrift in a trackless infinity—lacking any scale against which to measure his aspirations, his losses, his victories.
Even when the light of his intellect shows him that the structure is itself a product of his brain; that infinity knows no scale, and eternity no duration—still he clings to his self-non-self concept, as a philosopher clings to a life he knows must end, to ideals he knows are ephemeral, to causes he knows will be forgotten.
- Keith Laumer

Yours is not to reason why, eh? I guess you’re lucky at that. It’s not dying that hurts—it’s living.
- Keith Laumer

Yours is not to reason why, eh? I guess you’re lucky at that. It’s not dying that hurts—it’s living.
- Keith Laumer

Yours is not to reason why, eh? I guess you’re lucky at that. It’s not dying that hurts—it’s living.
- Keith Laumer

An idea was beginning to get through, and he wasn’t liking it very well.
- Keith Laumer

One nice thing about working with a piece of machinery: you don’t waste time trying to justify your actions.
- Keith Laumer

Don’t go female on me now. We don’t have time for nonsense.
- Keith Laumer