Nostalgia lurks, ready to ooze from ambush.
It’s always night, or we wouldn’t need light. —
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...
She had lost just too much control, time was rushing all around her, these were rapids, and as far ahead as she could see it looked like Brock's stretch of the river, another stage, like sex, children...
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...
Now everybody
Now single up all lines!
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...
She is prey to interior winds he never felt.
—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 . . .
[Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid.
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...
Why is it that we honor the Great Thieves of Whitehall, for Acts that in Whitechapel would merit hanging? Why admire one sort of Thief, and despise the other? I suggest, 'tis because of the Scale of t...
Well right now Slothrop feels himself sliding onto the anti-paranoid part of his cycle, feels the whole city around him going back roofless, vulnerable, uncentered as he is, and only pasteboard images...
The Depression, by the time it came, ratified what'd been under way. Slothrop grew up in a hilltop desolation of businesses going under, hedges around the estates of the vastly rich, half-mythical cot...
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.
Reader, she bit him.
Proverbs for Paranoids, 3: If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
One glance at any government budget anywhere in the world tells the story—the money is always in place, already allocated, the motive everywhere is fear, the more immediate the fear, the higher the mu...