I have this guitar on which I occasionally kill time making up rock n' roll lyrics.

Idealism is no good. Any concrete dedication to an abstract condition results in unpleasant things like wars.

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

We have recently moved into an era when... everybody can share an inconceivably enormous amount of information just by stroking a few keys on a terminal.

'Recluse' is a code word generated by journalists... meaning, 'doesn't like to talk to reporters.'

She would give them order. She would create constellations.

Paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right: you can never have too much.

She walked in on soft, elegant chaos, an impression of emanations, mutually interfering, from the stub-antennas of everybody’s exposed nerve endings.

Social Darwinists of the day were forever on about the joys of bloody teeth and claws, but they were curiously uncelebratory of speed and deception, poison and surprise.

Somebody put a Fascist Toejam cassette, 300 watts of sonic apocalypse, on to the van stereo, Isaiah gallantly handed Prairie up into the lurid fuchsia padding of this rolling orgy room, where she became indistinct among an unreadable pattern of Vomitones and their girlfriends, and quickly, in an arc unexpectedly graceful, they had all turned outward, tached up, engaged, and like a time machine departing for the future, forever too soon for Zoyd, boomed away up the thin, cloudpressed lane.