He’d come to know himself, untranslatably, through his pain.
We’re a silver gleaming death machine!
This was worse than a retched nightmare. It was the nightmare of real things, the fallen wonder of the world.
It’s healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line. I assume you know that, he said.
She was taking a round of medications, a mystical wheel, the ritualistic design of the hours and days in tablets and capsules, in colors, shapes and numbers.
The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.
Was he at the movies to see a movie, she said, or maybe more narrowly, more essentially, simply to be at the movies?
He was a regulator first-class, which was another term for metalworker unskilled.
How stupid these people were, coming into my office unarmed.
Everything was on television last night.
The nice thing about life is that it’s filled with second chances. Quoting Bill.
We still want what we want. We want a haircut.
Let’s enjoy these aimless days while we cam, I told myself, fearing some kind of deft acceleration.
That’s what it all comes down to in the end,′ he said. ‘A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?
The game doesn’t change the way you sleep or wash your face or chew your food. It changes nothing but your life.
Decorative gestures add romance to a life.
It’s how the news becomes so powerful it doesn’t need TV or newspapers. It exists in people’s perceptions. It’s something they invent, strong enough to seem real. It’s the news without the media.
You could put your faith in technology. It got you here, it can get you out. This is the whole point of technology. It creates an appetite for immortality on the one hand. It threatens universal existence on the other. Technology is lust removed from nature.
She was shining a light on us, she was coming into being, endlessly being formed and reformed as the muscles in her face worked at smiling and speaking, as the electronic dots swarmed.
Is this a mild winter or a harsh winter?