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 . . .
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...
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...
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...
Today even the dimmest of capitalist can see that the centralized nation-state, so promising an idea a generation ago, has lost all credibility with the population. Anarchism now is the idea that has...
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...
If there is any political moral to be found in this world, Stencil once wrote in his journal, it is that we carry on the business of this century with an intolerable double vision. Right and Left; the...
Before long, Maxine finds herself wandering around clicking on everything, faces, litter on the floor, labels on bottles behind the bar, after a while interested not so much in where she might get to...
—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!
Why is your equation only for angels, Roger? Why can't we do something, down here? Couldn't there be an equation for us too, something to help us find a safer place?' 'Why am I surrounded,' his usual...
What? -- RICHARD M NIXON
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...
Slothrop’s Progress: London the secular city instructs him: turn any corner and he can find himself inside a parable.
Slothrop, who believes that women, like Martians, have antennas men do not, keeps an eye on her.
Next worst thing to unrequited Love, isn't it? Insufficient hate.
Everything is some kind of a plot, man.
Displaced Person’s SongIf you see a train this evening,Far away, against the sky,Lie down in your woolen blanket,Sleep and let the train go by.Trains have called us, every midnight,From a thousand mil...
Can't say it often enough - change your hair, change your life.
The figure dropped like an acid tab into the mouth of Time.