14 Quotes by Michael Cisco

The global economy is destroying the world; steal it all and then charge your victims for the service, abandon humanity and save the financial institutions.

Cadavers and spirits are human refuse, and they are absurdly difficult to dispose of properly. When someone dies, a small gang of specialists is required to remove and inter the body in such a way that it can always be located precisely at any time while preventing it from ever appearing again.

Ask anyone what that means, what it means to see a miracle, and they will say that it's something impossible, but they mean that a miracle is something formerly believed to be impossible that turns out not to be, not to be impossible, in other words, but possible after all. If this were really true, then miracles would be the most ordinary things in the world, the most uninspiring things in the world, and what can one expect from people who have never been anything but ordinary and uninspired.

What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.

Although unavailable for analysis the moment it happens, being struck a violent blow on the head is a very interesting experience.

Sometimes I lie awake and hear noises in the house, and despite myself I’m frightened. Then I hear some familiar sound – a clock strikes, or a train whistles somewhere – and my fear abates. But why should those sounds comfort me, and others frighten me? Why couldn’t a ghost make the sound of a train?

Ask anyone what that means, what it means to see a miracle, and they will say that it’s something impossible, but they mean that a miracle is something formerly believed to be impossible that turns out not to be, not to be impossible, in other words, but possible after all. If this were really true, then miracles would be the most ordinary things in the world, the most uninspiring things in the world, and what can one expect from people who have never been anything but ordinary and uninspired.

I could say she looks like da Vinci’s “Lady with Ermine” if there had ever been such a thing.

Why is the station so far out of the city limits anyway? Most likely a collusion between the builders of stations and the builders of long roads.