It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
Is it just this miserable fucking city, too many faces, making us crazy? Are we seeing some wholesale return of the dead?You’d prefer retail?
I mean only that in our Times, 'tis not a rare Dispute, Maskelyne assures him. Reason, or any Vocation to it,-- the Pursuit of the Sciences,-- these are the hope of the Young, the new Music their Fami...
I haven’t sold my soul yet – well, maybe a couple bars of rhythm and blues here and there.
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...
I dreamt of a City to the West of here, Dixon tries to recall, scrying in his Coffee-Mug, the wind blowing Wood-smoke in his eyes, at some great Confluence of Rivers, or upon a Harbor in some inland S...
He didn't know whether he was planning seduction, or combat,— these, at fourteen, being the only categories of Pleasure he recogniz'd.
Hair and drug-use issues notwithstanding, I've never thought of you as any less than professional.
Es el cálido, romántico verano de 1945 y, con rendición o sin ella, persiste el culto de la muerte: acaba de perpetrarse lo que la Abuelita llamaba «un crimen pasional», la técnica preferida en nuestr...
Doc remembered how Polaroids have no negatives and the life of the prints is limited. These, he noticed, were already beginning to shift color and fade.
Dick Counterfly had absquatulated swiftly into the night, leaving his son with only a pocketful of specie and the tender admonition, Got to ‘scram,
Decisions are never really made—at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all-round assholery.
Dealing with the Hippie is generally straightforward. His childlike nature will usually respond positively to drugs, sex, and/or rock and roll, although in which order these are to be deployed must de...
Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished light is the worst. Light in his dreams, was always hope: the basic m...
But there I was, surrendering to a most extraordinary call from the grave, the mass-grave-to-be of Europe, as if somewhere ahead lay an iron gateway, slightly ajar, leading to a low and sombre country...
But don't they look like apes, now, fighting over a female? Even if the female is named Liberty.
But a few choosing to venture deeper into the painful corridors of their affliction, found after a while that they could now grind and polish ever more exotic surfaces, hyperboloidial and even strange...
American voices, country voices, high-pitched and without mercy. He lies freezing, wondering if the bedsprings will give him away. For possibly the first time he is hearing America as it must sound to...
A tragic sigh. Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange? I thought it was cigarettes. You d...
A few years back, one bleak winter afternoon, on the way home from the Pioneer Market on Columbus, some faceless yuppie shoved past March saying Excuse me, which in New York translates to Get the fuck...