There are one and a half billion Muslims on this Earth. A billion and a half Chinese communists, a billion Indian Hindu elephant-worshippers. One point two billion Catholics, misled by the Vatican. An...
The most efficient kind of censorship isn’t the heavy-handed black inking of the secret policeman; it’s the self-censorship we impose on ourselves when we’re afraid that if we say what we think everyo...
The idiot child they’ve placed on the throne does not impress with his acumen.
The icky part was knowing I was in the presence of a woman so crazy that she thought her highest calling was to incubate encapsulated alien teratomas until they came squirting out of her body and walk...
The European Parliament responded by focusing on corporate governance. If corporations wanted to be legal citizens they could damned well shoulder the responsibilities of good citizenship as well as t...
That was what we call in the trade an Unscheduled Reality Excursion, usually abbreviated to ‘Oh fuck.’
That looks nasty, I hope you’ve got a change of clothes back at the office. I guess now we know why real superheroes wear artificial fibers.
Some people can mess up anything, and computational demonology adds a new and unwelcome meaning to terms like memory leak and debugger.
Revolutions (she'd long since learned) ran on committees just like any other government, once you got past the screaming-and-shooting stage.
Our worshipers have met this British agent before. Do not attempt to convert him; bring him alive before Us. He will be of great service in the end times ahead.*** Schiller
Never trust a man who thinks his religion gives him all the answers.
Money. An instrument invented in ancient temple complexes, to keep track of debt: counters that acquired mobility and went a-walking, weaving webs of debt into vast and intricate meshes, enslaving and...
Lockhart twitches. I do not think Stockholm syndrome means quite what you think it means. What, the tendency of people—usually women—in unfamiliar societies to enculturate rapidly? Lockhart inclines h...
I wince at his casual disrespect as I follow Captain Perceval into the rear.
I shove my reading matter back into my messenger bag (it’s a novel about a private magician for hire in Chicago—your taxpayer pounds at work) and go to stand in the doorway.
I set the self-portrait timer on the camera to ten seconds, handed it to the zombie, and sent him into the grid and through the door to blow himself up. Then things got weird.
I remember a particular post-prandial PowerPoint presentation where I was one of only two survivors (and the other wasn't entirely human). However this is the first time I've seen a Word document eat...
I don’t have a license to kill, but I don’t have orders not to kill in the course of my duties, either. Which realization I find extremely disturbing;
I can get you a cheaper ticket if you let me amputate your legs: I can even take your thighs as a deposit, said the travel agent. He was clearly trying hard to be helpful: It’s not as if you’ll need t...
His Infernal Majesty leans towards me confidingly. You have imposter syndrome, He says, but paradoxically, that’s often a sign of competence. Only people who understand their work well enough to be in...