Next worst thing to unrequited Love, isn't it? Insufficient hate.
If patterns of ones and zeroes were like patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long strings of ones and zeroes, then what...
He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between...
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 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's a colony without its dusky natives? Where's the fun if they're all going to die off? Just a big chunk of desert, no more maids, no field-hands, no laborers for the construction or the mining--w...
Together they are a long skin interface, flowing sweat, close as muscles and bones can press, hardly a word beyond her name, or his.
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...
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.
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...
I don't do lunch. Corrupt artifact of late capitalism. Breakfast maybe?
Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit.
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...
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
Young man. Meet me at my place. Glück. So
The one Word that rips apart the day...
Makeup supposed to look like no makeup or whatever,
Zoyd was out of smokes.
Women could protest from now till piss flowed uphill, but the truth was, there wasn’t one didn’t secretly love a killer. And