You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk.

This is a war universe. War all the time. There may be other universes, but ours seems to be based on war and games.

The Orgasmic Death Gimmick is rather complicated. It could be called the whole birth-death cycle of action, persuading people that birth and death are realities.

I know this one pusher walks around humming a tune and everybody he passes takes it up. He is so grey and spectral and anonymous they don't see him and think it is their own mind humming the tune.

We should exterminate all rational thought.

Do not proffer sympathy to the mentally ill; it is a bottomless pit. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel - you are a terminal fool!" Otherwise, they make you as crazy as they are.

Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.