The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.
“Our favorite games were killing.Our favorite books were death.It had been beaten into us:God is love.Not the parched face and gnarledcapes across a stick body; jitteringin the nude sky, we couldn't...”
“But there was little heart to our lust,only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.”
“In the silence of the ticking of the clocks minute hand, I found you. In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. In the f...”
“But what is this clock, marking only so many years, that such men seem to consult in the dark of their being? We do not know. All we do know for certain is that no such clock, no such warnings, can...”
“When that little clock on my wall says Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! Its half past time to write, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.”
“How good it is when you have roast meat or suchlike foods before you, to impress on your mind that this is the dead body of a fish, this is the dead body of a bird or pig; and again, that the Faler...”
“This is not a lie: Memory has the taste and texture of cooked meat. Eat it and live. Remember, but only what it is licit to remember.In Aerograd, the word for meat and memory are the same.”
“Ree Dolly stood at the break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees across the creek. Carcasses hung pale of flesh with fatty gleam from low l...”
“I know the answer to improving Jess's condition doesn't lay in tears the answer is in sweat.”
“Success is dependent upon the glands - sweat glands.”