What’s this? What are the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they’re not really. It’s somebody else’s audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside hours of life of the rocket capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think.

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig? But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person's time line sideways till they all coincide.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

This spiritualist, this statistician, what are you anyway?

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.