So that while others may look on the laws of physics as legislation and God as a human form with beard measured in light-years and nebulae for sandals, Faust's kind (poets) are alone with the task of...
Of all her putative fathers -- Max Schlepzig and masked extras on one side of the moving film, Franz Pökler and certainly other pairs of hands busy through trouser cloth, that Night, on the other --...
But in the dynamic space of the living Rocket , the double integral has a different meaning. To integrate here is to operate on a rate of change so that time falls away: change is stilled...'Meters pe...
Why should things be easy to understand?
Параноята е чесънът в кухнята на живота, винаги можеш да сложиш още малко, нали?
Миналото - не думай! - е отворена покана за злоупотреба с вино.
You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are...
Strange, strange are the dynamics of oil and the ways of oilmen.
Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek.
Nobody wanted to hear about all the Preterite, the many God passes over when he chooses a few for salvation. William argued holiness for these second Sheep, without whom there'd be no elect. You can b...
You remember the comics in the Daily News? Dick Tracy’s wrist radio? it’ll be everywhere, the rubes’ll all be begging to wear one, handcuffs of the future. Terrific. What they dream about at the Penta...
Roger's heart grows erect, and comes. That's really how it feels. Up sharply to skin level in a V around his centerline, washing over his nipples... it is love, it is amazing.
Lovely morning, World War Two.
Keep cool but care
Got a hardon in my fist,Don't be pissed,Re-enlist--Snap--to, Slothrop!Jackson, I don't give a fuck,Just give me my ruptured duck!Snap--to, Slothrop!No one here can love or comprehend me,They just look...
Can I say something out loud? Is anybody listening?Everybody. Nobody. Does it matter?
—Son, been wondering about this, ah, screwing in you kids are doing. This matter of the, shooting electricity into head, ha-ha?—Waves, Pop. Not just raw electricity. That’s fer drips!
Staff who claim not to know a word of English beyond awesome and sucks, which for a vast range of human endeavor, actually, is more than enough . . .
[...] times of great idealism carry equal chances for great corruptibility.
You felt she'd done a thousand secret things to her eyes. They needed no haze of cigarette smoke to look at you out of sexy and fathomless, but carried their own along with them. New York must have be...