“As if somehow irony, she recaps for Maxine, as practiced by a giggling mincing fifth column, actually brought on the events of 11 September, by keeping the country insufficiently serious weakening...”

“The grandeur of space, dig it. Zillions of stars, each one gets its own pixel.Awesome.Maybe, but its codes all it is.”

“I don't do lunch. Corrupt artifact of late capitalism. Breakfast maybe?”

“The innocent are guilty, the guilty are beyond hope, everythings on its head, its a Twelfth Night of late-capitalist contradiction”

“Look at it, every day more lusers than users, keyboards and screens turning into nothin but portals to Web sites for what Management wants everybody addicted to, shopping games, jerking off, stream...”

“When the earliest Vikings started moving into the northern oceans, theres one story about finding this huge fuckin opening at the top of the world, this deep whirlpool thatd take you down and in, l...”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”

“Tonight started innocently enough. Most terrible things do, right?”

“However, at fourteen years old, she didnt understand that all those terrible troubles the heroines in her books went through in real life”

“For the innocent, the past may hold a reward, but for the treacherous it's only a matter of time before the past delivers what they truly deserve.”

“we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost”

“don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now”

“it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?”