“We prattle about free will, but we're nothing but response . . . mechanical reaction in prescribed grooves.” — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
“Cellar Christians!" Foyle exclaimed. He and Robin peered through the window. Thirty worshipers of assorted faiths were celebrating the New Year with… — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
“You pigs, you. You rut like pigs, is all. You got the most in you, and you use the least. You hear… — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
“No," Foyle roared. "Let them hear this. Let them hear everything." "You're insane, man. You've handed a loaded gun to children." "Stop… — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
“There's got to be more to life than just living," Foyle said to the robot. "Then find it for yourself, sir. Don't… — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
