She faced that possibility as she might the toy street from a high balcony, roller-coaster ride, feeding-time among the beasts in a zoo-any death-wish that can be consummated by some minimum gesture.

The Northern powers are more like administrators, who manipulate other people's history but produce none of their own. They are the stock-jobbers of history, lives are their units of exchange. Lives...

Communists then, dopers now, tomorrow, who knew, maybe the faggots, so what, it was all the same beef wasn't it? Anybody looking like a normal American but living a secret life was always good for a...

Sure, she knew folks who had no problem at all with the past. A lot of it they just didn't remember. Many told her, one way and another, that it was enough for them to get by in real time without...

Tis fascinating, this belief among you Men of Science, remarks Dr. J., that Time is ever more simply transcended, the further one is willing to journey away from London, to observe it. Why, Mason...

Making Final Fantasy X, anyway, look like an Etch A Sketch.

He really ought to remember. . . . The airburst, if it happens, will be in visual range. Abstractions, math, models are fine, but when you're down to it and everybody's hollering for a fix, this is...

Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after...

Out the window in the distance, contradicting the prairie, a mirage of downtown Chicago ascended to a kind of lurid acropolis, its light as if from nightly immolation warped to the red end of the...

A tragic sigh. Information. What's wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world's gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange? I thought it was cigarettes. You...

Dixon, our, um, Lives? are in Danger? Hardly enough to interrupt a perfectly good- Here he is silenc'd by an immense Thunder-Bolt from directly overhead, as their frail Prism is bleach'd in unholy...

here in the Rue Rossini, there comes to Slothrop the best feeling dusk in a foreign city can bring: just where the sky's light balances the electric lamplight in the street, just before the first...

It took me till I was lying among the Rats and Vermin, upon the freezing edge of a Future invisible, to understand that my name had never been my own,- rather belonging, all this time, to the...

And what do you want? Do I have to trust good people? Uncle, good people buy them and sell them every day. So much that I trust some authentic bastard from time to time, in the end it becomes the...

They but appear a solemn People,- worshipping Laughter, rather, as a serious, indeed holy, Force in Nature, never to be invok'd idly.

It is the warm, romantic summer of 1945 and, with surrender or without it, the cult of death persists: it has just perpetrated what the grandmother called "a passionate crime," the preferred technique...

Earth, withal, is a Body, like our own, with its network of Points, dispos'd along its Meridians,- much as our medicine in China has identified, upon the Human body, a like set of Lines invisible,...

She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk,- who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?