They were the Saturday Club, a secret society of which only the four of them were aware and which none other could join.
A society sufficiently sophisticated to produce the internal combustion engine has not had the sophistication to develop cheap and efficient public transport?'‘Yes, boss... it’s true. There’s hardly a...
She spoke loudly in order to be heard above the noise of personal communitainers that were thudding and banging all around them. Some people used earphones, some didn't, clearly believing that as many...
Sympathy for victims is always counter-balanced by an equal and opposite feeling of resentment towards them.
I see dull people as projects ... to be reformed
You're mugging old ladies every bit as much if you pinch their pension fund
Иногда лучше все оставить как есть. Время – не прялка. Время – пряжа.
The internet was supposed to liberate knowledge, but in fact it buried it, first under a vast sewer of ignorance, laziness, bigotry, superstition and filth and then beneath the cloak of political surv...
People in that crowd want to make poverty history, but NOT if they have to pay for it themselves
New York will always seem more real than anything Britain has to offer. It is strange that, although the majority of British people have never seen a skate-boarding body-popper, an exploding fire-hydr...
A time when the miracles of technology were still virile and exciting: steam engines and flying machines, not smart phones and cosmetic surgery. When there were still wildernesses left to explore and...
Kaiser’s memorial church, along the Kantstrasse, where mobs of youths were starting
Dinner? You want to eat with me?’ ‘That’s right, a Jew and queer, eh? The SS would love that, wouldn’t they? Perhaps we can plot an assassination attempt.
Artists don't create society, they reflect it
The reactionary point of view was always so easy to put, the complex, radical argument always so easy to put down.
No! Jimmy protested.
It’s a curse to have a mind if it is illegal to use it. It’s a curse to have intelligence if you are forced to cloak it in a lifetime of wilful stupidity.
I think trying to be cool is the worst possible ambition - and I have never suffered from it.
Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every...
The massive machine bore down on them. Nearly fourteen feet long and six wide, it seemed to completely fill the bridge. Almost a ton and a half of wood, glass, rubber, brass and steel, a monster, roar...