If consumers are satisfied with their lives at any meaningful level, she xtemporized, plutocracy is finished.
Why our corpocratic state outlaws any historical discourse is a perplexing question. Is it that history provides a bank of human xperience that rivals Media’s?
His skin’s so tanned he could be Turkish or something.
Empty guns make me nervous.
It’s a classy Victorian pub with brass fittings, upholstered chair backs, and NO SPITTING signs.
Each square light, thinks Elf, is a life as big as mine.
What surer sign is there that the creative aquifers are dry than a writer creating a writer-character?
Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers. The mad tend to crave it, many of the sane crave it, but the wise worry about its long-term side effects.
The nineteenth-century ship is indeed restored beautifully. Despite their mission, Luisa is distracted by a strange gravity that makes her pause for a moment and look at its rigging, listen to its wooden bones creaking. “What’s wrong?” whispers Napier. What is wrong? Luisa’s birthmark throbs. She grasps for the ends of this elastic moment, but they disappear into the past and the future. “Nothing.
A history program on BBC2 that afternoon showed old footage shot in Ypres in 1919. That hellish mockery of a once fair town was my own soul.
I know this music,” she tells the store clerk, who eventually asks if she’s okay. “What the hell is it?” “I’m sorry, it’s a customer order, not for sale. I shouldn’t really be playing it.
Psychological complexity, character development, the killer line to end a scene, villains blotched with virtue, heroic characters speckled with villainy, foreshadow and backflash, artful misdirection.
It ain’t savages what are stronger’n civ’lizeds, it’s big numbers what’re stronger’n small numbers. Smart gived us a plus for many years, but with ’nuff hands’n’minds that plus’ll be zeroed one day.
I consider how you don’t get to choose whom you’re attracted to, you only get to wonder about it, retrospectively. Racial differences I’ve always found to have an aphrodisiac effect on me, but class difference is sexuality’s Berlin Wall. Certainly, I can’t read Holly Sykes as well as I can girls from my own incometax tribe, but you never know. God made the whole Earth in six days, and I’m in Switzerland for nine or ten.
You said you could find an obscure recording for me by Robert Frobisher, Cloud Atlas Sextet.
Does death always make you so verbose?” Luisa’s voice trembles. “What do you mean ‘always’?
Letting it go feels so sodding liberating.
Where have I heard it before?” The young man shrugs. “Can’t be more than a handful in North America.” “But I know it. I’m telling you I know it.
Fatalism’s a weak antidepressant, but there’s nothing stronger at Dr. Kumar’s.
Musicians may be walking asscracks or they may be God’s mouthpiece on Earth, but punctual they ain’t.