“I feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years.”
Source: The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake
The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating (2010), "Epilogue," page 170
“I feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years.”
Source: The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake
Book I, Ch. 1: The Eve of the War
The War of the Worlds (1898)
Context: No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same... Yet, across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.
Source: Litany for Dictatorships (1935)
Source: Gliding on the Lino: The Wit of David Lange", compiled by David Barber, 1987.
"Each Day I Live in a Glass Room," A Reverie of Bone and other Poems (1967)