Can't say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

[Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid.

But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.

Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.