Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

Life in Anaheim, California, was a commercial for itself, endlessly replayed. Nothing changed; it just spread out farther and farther in the form of neon ooze. What there was always more of had been congealed into permanence long ago, as if the automatic factory that cranked out these objects had jammed in the on position.

I'd like to see you move up to the goat class, where I think you belong.

Odd that the brain could function on its own, without acquainting him with its purposes, its reasons. But the brain was an organ, like the spleen, heart, kidneys. And they went about their private activities. So why not the brain?

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

To live is to be haunted.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.