I don't judge, not even myself.
Hell,' I said, 'love is an American cult. We take it too seriously; it's practically a national religion.
Death at each moment, one avenue which is open to us at any point.
We live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups. I ask, in my writing, 'What is real?' Becaus...
Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells. Potions. It's a big business, I am told.
You're - psychotic. There's something wrong with you.I know, Benteley agreed. I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy...
When you attack a tyranny you must expect it to fight back.
When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.
We're all dreaming, Arctor said. If the last to know he's an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected. He wondered how much of t...
We live in a society where detachment is almost essential.
That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...
She’ll probably want to, once I show her how; as near as I can make out, most women, even young ones like her, like to cook: it’s an instinct.
Nothing is true
Metabolism, he reflected, is a burning process, an active furnace. When it ceases to function, life is over. They must be wrong about hell, he said to himself. Hell is cold; everything there is cold....
I feel the hot winds of karma driving me.
I even gave up, for a while, stopping by the window of the room to look out at the lights and deep, illuminated streets. That's a form of dying, that losing contact with the city like that.
Horselover Fat's nervous breakdown began the day he got the phone call from Gloria asking if he had any Nembutals.
He had wondered, as had most people at one time or another, precisely why an android bounced helplessly about when confronted by an empathy-measuring test. Empathy, evidently, existed only within the...
Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.''Will you be all right?''I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.
Dreadful low-class jingoistic racist invectives, unworthy of me.