Though she knew even less about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate.
She wondered, wondered, shuffling back through a fat deckful of days which seemed (wouldn't she be first to admit it?) more or less identical, or all pointing the same way subtly like a conjurer's dec...
She taught them all a song. Learned from a para on French leave from the fighting in Algeria: Demain le noir matin,Je fermerai la porteAu nez des années mortes;J’irai par les chemins.Je mendierai ma v...
Reclaimed by the small-time day-to-day, pretending life is Back To Normal, wrapping herself shivering against contingency's winter in some threadbare blanket of first-quarter expenses, school committe...
Pointsman is finding it much easier to of late to slip into a l'etat c'est moi frame of mind--who else is doing anything?
Out there, all around them to the last fringes of occupancy, were Toobfreex at play in the video universe, the tropic isle, the Long Branch Saloon, the Starship Enterprise, Hawaiian crime fantasies, c...
Out of that night and day of unconditional wrath, folks would've expected to see any city, if it survived, all newly reborn, purified by flame, taken clear beyond greed, real-estate speculating, local...
Not everybody benefits from a misspent youth.
No, this is not a disentanglement from, but a progressive knotting into
Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after d...
Man, I want to die, is all,' cried Ploy.'Don't you know,' said Dahoud, 'that life is the most precious possession you have?''Ho, ho,' said Ploy through his tears. 'Why?''Because,' said Dahoud, 'withou...
Keep it bouncing, he'd told her once, that's all the secret, keep it bouncing.
It went on for a month. Those who had taken it for a cosmic sign cringed beneath the sky each nightfall, imagining ever more extravagant disasters. Others, for whom orange did not seem an appropriatel...
It was as if whatever had happened had reached some kind of limit. It was like finding the gateway to the past unguarded, unforbidden because it didn't have to be. Built into the act of return finally...
In the trenches of the First World War, English men came to love one another decently, without shame or make-believe, under the easy likelihoods of their sudden deaths, and to find in the faces of oth...
If patterns of ones and zeros were like patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what ki...
I had my Boswell, once, Mason tells Boswell, Dixon and I. We had a joint Boswell. Preacher nam’d Cherrycoke. Scribbling ev’rything down, just like you, Sir. Have you, twirling his Hand in Ellipses,— y...
How strange tonight, this city. As if something trembled below its surface, waiting to burst through.
He didn't know whether he was planning seduction, or combat,— these, at fourteen, being the only categories of Pleasure he recogniz'd.
Fickt nicht mit dem Raketemensch!