There is no Pris, he said. Only Rachael Rosen, over and over again.
There is a line somewhere in that translates out to, roughly, 'The world is awful.' Yes, I said to myself as I shot across the Bay Bridge not giving a fuck how fast I drove, that sums it up. That is...
The guilty, he reflected as he drove amid the heavy late-afternoon traffic as carefully as possible, may flee when no one pursues—he
The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism––with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it––could never have reconciled itsel...
That's because you're a highly moral person. I'm not. I don't judge, not even myself.
Smiling at her the boy said, Games, then? Would that be better? There are events that I must shape. I must arouse fire that burns, that sears. Scripture says:For He is like a refiner's fire.And Script...
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.
One of these days, Joe said wrathfully, people like me will rise up and overthrow you, and the end of tyranny by the homeostatic machine will have arrived. The day of human values and compassion and s...
Nobody named Cheerful Charley is tuned in on my wavelength
Never walk over a writer, I said to myself, unless you're positive he can't rise us behind you. If you're going to burn him, make sure he's dead. Because if he's alive, he will talk: talk in written f...
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand. But no longer.
Joe Chip said, ‘I’ve never been sued by a door. But I guess I can live through it.
Italy being a traitor? His voice grated. The Duce—he was a clown; we all know that.
It isn't a brute instinct that keeps us restless and dissatisfied. I'll tell you what it is: it's the highest goal of man - the need to grow and advance . . . to find new things . . . to expand. To sp...
It is proper that technically qualified non-lunatics should sit in judgement on lunatics. How could things be otherwise?
Isn't a beautiful dream better than a cruel reality?
I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.
I became educated to the fact that the greatest pain does not come zooming down from a distant planet, but from the depths of the heart. Of course, both could happen; your wife and child could leave y...
His projected face bony and intense, Garth peered out of his booth like an aroused turtle.
Her voice had become sharp with overtones of bleakness as her soul congealed and she ceased to move, as the instinctive, omnipresent film of great weight, of an almost absolute inertia, settled over h...