20 Quotes by Philip Wyeth

Yup, the whole world is comin' here to get paid. And our country's just one big strip-mining club, makin' it rain for everyone, hahahaha!

The best of that So Cal feeling really was something you wished you could bottle.

He hated himself for allowing his heart to be tossed by the waves of her flicking tongue. This Earth Mother who in one moment offered limitless hope—a glorious horizon that would inspire him to perform any heroic deed she might require—before hurtling him into the hollow despair of her disdain. The goddess had chosen another! Or perhaps no one at all. What mattered was that the lovely warmth of her gaze no longer shone upon you.

Remember and remember again, that in dark times all a man need do is seek the truth. Protect it and speak it. Then, even if he is a wanderer for years and years, righteousness shall survive while the tallest of castles crumble.

Greg knew he was just one little speck in this gauntlet that every person both ran and worked to maintain. The system that, while striving to let no part of a human life which could feed it go to waste, in turn left the potential for greatness to lie fallow. Better that a hundred thousand mundane tasks were done reliably, than to wait for the brilliant breakthrough that would turn the world on its axis.

It's as if every classroom has its own pied piper luring children away from their parents, from their own desires—from whatever they'd known to be true before entering that school building. Who gave them the right to access our minds? Why did they think they had that authority? We were innocent children!

The United States of America as it had been known for centuries was no more. Transformed in the blink of an eye without consulting anyone, let alone by royal decree. And the people being overrun were expected not to mourn the loss of their homeland, but just roll over and fade away.

All these white folks that move to LA, they don't just come here looking for something. I think they also tryin' to get away from something. They are renouncing something about their white-bread Midwest world, and LA is the temple where they make the blood sacrifice to get their revenge.

And I know that we won't be able to escape it in deep space, either. We might succeed in ignoring this doubt for a while—keep everyone so busy doing what it takes to build the ships to get us out there. But eventually the bustle ends, and then we're left with ourselves again. It'll be the loneliest revelation ever—half a million miles from home.