Poul William Anderson (November 25, 1926 – July 31, 2001) was a prominent American science fiction author who wrote during a Golden Age of the genre. Anderson also authored several works of fantasy.
Ch. 60 (Harvest of Stars (1993))
You know what they say about bold spacemen never becoming old spacemen.
You, know, what, bold, spacemen, never, becoming, old
Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.
Better, life, falling, star, brief, bright, across, dark, long
A man isn't really alive till he has something bigger than himself and his own little happiness, for which he'd gladly die.
man, alive, something, bigger, himself, own, little, gladly, die
We live with our archetypes, but can we live in them?
We, live, our, archetypes, can
Timidity can be as dangerous as rashness.
Timidity, can, dangerous, rashness
All those agonizing philosophical-theological conundrums amount to "Ask a silly question, get a silly answer."
agonizing, amount, Ask, silly, question, answer
Create and save customized word lists. Sign up today and start improving your vocabulary!
Please set a username for yourself.
People will see it as Author Name with your public word lists.