What Jessica said—hair much shorter, wearing a darker mouth of different outline, harder lipstick, her typewriter banking in a phalanx of letters between them—was: We're going to be married. We're try...
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
Try to squeeze a watermelon into a small tumbler sometime when your reflexes are not so good. It is next to impossible.
True pornography is given us by vastly patient professionals.
Tonight she'll be with Jeremy, her lieutenant, but she wants to be with Roger. Except that, really, she doesn't. Does she? She can't remember being so confused. When she is with Roger it's all love, b...
To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
They talked in the car always, he trying to find the key to her own ignition behind the hooded eyes, she sitting back of the right-hand steering wheel and talking, talking, nothing but MG-words, inani...
They have found a house in the stay-away zone, under the barrage balloons south of London. The town, evacuated in '40, is still regulated—still on the Ministry's list. Roger and Jessica occupy the pla...
They gaze at each other for a while, down here on the barroom floor of history, feeling sucker-punched, no clear way to get up and on with a day which is suddenly full of holes--family, friends, frien...
They are examin’d skeptickally. Not from the Press, are you? ’Pon my Word, cry both Surveyors at once. Drummers of some kind’s my guess, puts in a Countryman, his Rifle at his Side, am I right, Gents...
There's never much talk but touches and looks, smiles together, curses for parting. It is marginal, hungry, chilly—most times they're too paranoid to risk a fire—but it's something they want to keep,...
There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just perceptibly out of focus, that the projectionist refused to fix. And had al...
There had been an uprising by the Bondelswaartz in 1922, and general turmoil in the country. His radio experiments interrupted, he sought refuge, along with a few score other whites, in the villa of a...
The now-famous yearly Candlebrow Conferences, like the institution itself, were subsidized out of the vast fortune of Mr. Gideon Candlebrow of Grossdale, Illinois, who had made his bundle back during...
The eyes from Burma, from Tonkin, watch these women at their hundred perseverances—stare out of blued orbits, through headaches no Alasils can ease. Italian P/Ws curse underneath the mail sacks that a...
The big scandal around IG Farben this week is the unlucky subsidiary Spottbilligfilm AG, whose entire management are about to be purged for sending to OKW weapons procurement a design proposal for a n...
The Man has a branch office in each of our brains, his corporate emblem is a white albatross, each local rep has a cover known as the Ego, and their mission in this world is Bad Shit.
The Business of the World is Trade and Death, and you must engage with that unpleasantness, as the price of your not-at-all-assur'd Moment of Purity.— Fool.
Tell Penny how groovy it was of her to set up this little get-together, oh, and hey—can I be frank for a minute? Of course, said Agents Flatweed and Borderline. Snapping his fingers, Doc sang himself...