By: George Gurdjieff

On this trans-space ship was Beelzebub…

By: Max Brand

“Now we’ll have that black devil on our hands again.”

By: Francis Stevens

“What are you all made of?” I gasped. “Cork?”

By: Carl Sandburg

“Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her ears.”

By: Max Brand

“She’s mine — all mine!”

By: HILOBROW

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By: Francis Stevens

I picked him up from the ground as you would a kitten.

By: D.H. Lawrence

“Your weird bright motor-productive mechanism…”

By: Max Brand

“Shoot and be damned!” said Haines sullenly.

By: F.V. Branford

“Where square and circle coincide,/And the parallels collide”

By: Francis Stevens

“I’m afraid I’ve spoiled your engine.”

By: Max Brand

“Whistlin’ Dan Barry is the man!”

By: Francis Stevens

And then, in my horror, I did a mad thing.

By: Max Brand

“I’m too old to have a young man damned for my sake.”

By: Frederik Pohl

“A dead world, and cold, this satellite bleak…”