Doc fell in to a car convoy, moving slowly, single lane through the fog. He figured if he missed the Gordita Beach exit, he'd take the first one whose sign he could read and work his way back on surfa...
Do you remember that piece of footage on the local news, just as the first tower comes down, woman runs in off the street into a store, just gets the door closed behind her, and here comes this terrib...
Dixon, our, um, Lives? are in Danger? Hardly enough to interrupt a perfectly good— Here he is silenc’d by an immense Thunder-Bolt from directly overhead, as their frail Prism is bleach’d in unholy Lig...
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.
Death is a debt to nature due, Which I have paid, and so must you.
Death has come in the pantry door: stands watching them, iron and patient, with a look that says 'try to tickle me.
Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.
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...
Chotto, Kenichiro! Dozo, motto panukeiku.
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 then last September the rockets came. Them fucking rockets. You couldn’t adjust to the bastards.
But elephants have souls. Anything that can get drunk, he reasoned, must have some soul. Perhaps this is all soul means. Events between soul and soul are not God’s direct province: they are under the...
But don't they look like apes, now, fighting over a female? Even if the female is named Liberty.
Bigfoot didn’t answer but there were times Doc could hear his silences, and this one was saying Too Much You Can’t Know About So Fuck Off.
And what if many-even if most-of the Slothropian stars are proved, some distant day, to refer to sexual fantasies instead of real events? This would hardly invalidate our approach, any more than it di...
A viewing population brought back to its default state, dumb struck, undefended, scared shitless.
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...
Grownups acting like the worst kind of kids, kids acting like they knew what was going on.
Film and calculus, both pornographies of flight.