His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.
Heidi’s room looked like the aftermath of a not-very-successful airplane bombing. Something that blew open every suitcase in the luggage compartment without bringing the plane down.
Encryption isn’t optional, when we address one another, she said.
Conspiracy theory’s got to be simple. Sense doesn’t come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever’s supposed to be behind the conspiracy.
Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a good contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion. Most of him, anyway.
A chronic malcontent, albeit quite a purposeless one.
Yeah, it's so popular it's almost legal. The customers are torn between needing someone and wanting to be alone at the same time, which has probably always been the name of that particular game, even...
Voodou isn’t like that. It isn’t concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it’s about is getting things done. You follow me? In out system, there are many gods, spirits. Part of one...
This was nothing like Tokyo, where the past, all that remained of it, was nurtured with a nervous care. History there had become a quantity, a rare thing, parceled out by government and preserved by l...
So now, in her day, he said, they were headed into androgenic, systemic, multiplex, seriously bad shit, like she sort of already knew, figured everybody did, except for people who still said it wasn't...
She was big on patination. That was how quality wore in, she said, as opposed to out. Distressing, on the other hand, was the faking of patination, and was actually a way of concealing a lack of quali...
Laney had recently noticed that the only people who had titles that clearly described their jobs had jobs he wouldn't have wanted.
How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you'd ever had them. (...) You didn't wake up every morning and say yes and yes to every little thing. But little th...
His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol.
Damien is a friend.Their boy-girl Lego doesn't click, he would say.
You needed a new pancreas. The one we bought for you frees you from a dangerous dependency. Thanks, but I was enjoying that dependency.
We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.
Paranoia, he said, was fundamentally egocentric, and every conspiracy theory served in some way to aggrandize the believer.But he was also fond of saying, at other times, that even paranoid schizophre...
Honey, Jammer said, you’ll learn. Some things you teach yourself to remember to forget.
Hell of a world we live in, huh? (...) But it could be worse, huh?That's right, I said, or even worse, it could be perfect.