There's no such thing as writing about the future. The future hasn't happened yet. — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“-I die. Before I die my body turns hair-side-in. People come from everywhere to see the insides of themselves. But the sight makes them… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“love was an unstable reaction with a half-life of about eight months. Bullshit, I said, and accused him of wearing cultural blinders; thirty centuries… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“It was the cat, who had the usual talent for hiding from people who like cats and cleaving unto those who have sinus trouble… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“I die. I breathe in and breahe in and cannot exhale. I explode all over my friends. They forget my name and pretend it… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
All experience is memory, and so everything you write about is from memory-unless you're writing about typing. — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
Relativity propped it up, at least gave it the illusion of being there…the way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“I die. O my hair falls out and my flesh rots and my bones are cracked by the hungry ta!a'an. He drops me behind… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted.” — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“We're headed for Aleph-7. Panty raid." New slang term for the type of operation whose main object was to gather Tauran artifacts, and prisoners… — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
Big money seeks out the company of its own, for purposes of reproduction. — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
“On Earth, we’d just use glue, but here the only fluid was helium, which has lots of interesting properties, but is definitely not sticky.” — Joe Haldeman Copy Share Image
