Honey, Jammer said, you’ll learn. Some things you teach yourself to remember to forget.
His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.
He’d lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he’d almost forgotten what real fear was.
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.
Fuck it. Just fuck it.
Biz here was a constant subliminal hum, and death the accepted punishment for laziness, carelessness, lack of grace, the failure to heed the demands of an intricate protocol.
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.
Be quiet, darling. Let pattern recognition have its way.
And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in...
And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights.
Let us go somewhere where we can do some genuine, blackguard, poverty-stricken drinking, with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over everything!
You will come with us. We are at home with situations of legal ambiguity. The treaties under which our arm of the Registry operates grant us a great deal of flexibility. And we create flexibility, in...
You can’t get clever men to fight such a system, as it makes too much sense to ’em.
When you raise the dead, they bring their baggage.
When the past is always with you, it may as well be present; and if it is present, it will be future as well.
Those fuckers, Janice said, meaning the football players, they get me doing hate Kegels.
The world hadn’t ever had so many moving parts or so few labels.
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
The pop star, as we knew her – and here he bowed slightly, in her direction – was actually an artefact of preubiquitous media.Of -?Of a state in which 'mass' media existed, if you will, within the wor...
Sleep takes her down fast, and very deep, whirls her through places too fragmentary to call dreams, then spits her abruptly back to the surface.