I went up a straight crooked lane and, I said 'No thanks, yes if yer please. — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“...we're a people who pollute the very air we breathe. And our rivers. We're destroying the great lakes; Erie is already gone, and now… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“But it wasn't till he'd been there nearly two weeks that one morning Paris and its people suddenly became more than a background for… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“Labor-saving technology was supposed to give us more leisure time, but a greater percentage of our waking hours is spent in work or work-related… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“I was stunned. I was, and I knew it, an ordinary person who long after he was grown retained the childhood assumption that the… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“Haven't you noticed, too, on the part of nearly everyone you know, a growing rebellion against the present? And an increasing longing for the… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
I went up a straight crooked lane and, I said 'No thanks, yes if yer please. — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
It may be that the strongest instinct of the human race, stronger than sex or hunger, is curiosity: the absolute need to know. It… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
Have you ever given someone a book you enjoyed enormously, with a feeling of envy because they were about to read it for the… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
As Einstein himself pointed out. He said we’re like people in a boat without oars drifting along a winding river. Around us we see… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“She wasn't actually a girl you'd turn around and look at again, and remember, I suppose; she wasn't actually pretty, I guess you'd have… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
“Would you have references?" "I'm awfully sorry but I haven't. I just arrived in New York, and don't know a soul. Except you." I… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
And that, my friend, is how the world ends. On the edge of a precipice, with one foot over the edge, it stops, turns… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
