Clergyman's

Less than total control is no control at all. You will obey my instructions, Mr. Ravel. In every detail. Or I will scrap the project.
- Keith Laumer

“All right. Let’s begin with the world situation.”
“I’d prefer a more cheerful subject—like cancer.
- Keith Laumer

“Take it easy, girl,” I said, and patted her shoulder; I knew my touching her would chill her down again. Not a nice thing to know, but useful.
- Keith Laumer

“You’re talking to yourself.”
“It’s all right. I’m not listening.
- Keith Laumer

“You’re talking to yourself.”
“It’s all right. I’m not listening.
- Keith Laumer

Too late, I realized how I had trapped myself. I had let sleep in as a guest, and death had slipped through the door.
- Keith Laumer

Too late, I realized how I had trapped myself. I had let sleep in as a guest, and death had slipped through the door.
- Keith Laumer

“Why do you fight this war?”
The alien mind howled out its war slogan—as incomprehensible as an astrologer’s jargon.
- Keith Laumer

It was a nasty little village, poverty-stricken, ugly, hostile, much like little towns in all times and climes.
- Keith Laumer

Sure—that’s the concept. It wouldn’t be the first concept that had to be modified in the face of experience.
- Keith Laumer