Here, for whatever reason, is the world. And here it stays. With me on it.
I’m up to here with cool, okay? I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.
Gordon Way’s astonishment at being suddenly shot dead was nothing compared to his astonishment at what happened next.
He turned slowly like a fridge door opening.
The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving. Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow up.
Fifteen years was a long time to be stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mind-boggingly dull as Earth.
There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.
There was one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole.
The Saab seethed off into the night. Arthur watched it go, as stunned as a man might be who, having believed himself to be totally blind for five years, suddenly discovers that he had merely been wearing too large a hat.
He actually caught himself saying things like “Yippee,” as he pranced ridiculously round the house.
To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
This man is the bee’s knees, Arthur, he is the wasp’s nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.
I only know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.
We’ll meet the meat.
The more Susan waited, the more the doorbell didn’t ring. Or the phone.
He sniggered. He didn’t like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now.
How many roads must a man walk down?
A beach house isn’t just real estate. It’s a state of mind.
Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.
No. No games. He wanted her and didn’t care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.