It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way.

She outright murdered Clough with her eyes.

The absolute best thing anyone can do is grab desperately at the throttle. But they don’t. Because it’s a speeding death kaleidoscope made out of tits.” Adam.

Bugger this. I want a better world.

Benighted infants,” Strauss laughed, gesturing at Goldmark to get the coffees. “I’d be amazed if anything in here grew on or near an animal. It’s all that printed meat, diddled with by needles.

There are no good futures. There’s nothing to head towards but more garish, unsustainable carnival acts.

If contemporary literary fiction doesn’t read a bit like science fiction then it’s probably not all that contemporary, is it.

In league with the fantastic. That’s a thought to keep hold of.

He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they’re somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets.

The quiet felt like a huge new country that he could wander around within for years without ever meeting its coastlines. A silence the size of the sky.