The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere. — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
In a city you thought of all life as human life. You had to live in the heart of the woods to realize that humanity was a slight ripple on the surface of a flood of life that seeped into… — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
the fool is the one true cosmopolite - the one character common to all nationalities. — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
fiction and lies are both works of creative art, and creation always reveals the creator. — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
the unconscious forces that govern accessible memory are the most arbitrary of editors and the absolute masters of our lives. — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
most of our social and educational institutions are designed to weed out or make over people ... until we produce a world where everyone… — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
Even a small, everyday lie is a clue to the personality and preoccupations of the liar, like a dream or any other confection of… — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
Thunderstorms were rare in California, but when they came they were, like most things in California, larger than life. — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
Wouldn't it be kinder to say that a lie is a short work of fiction? 'A story' as my daughter says? — Helen McCloy Copy Share Image
