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Some of the worst crimes against humanity are committed by architecture students.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
Not only is the past another country, it’s one that doesn’t issue visas.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
In this line of work, too much paranoia can be worse than too little.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
Nobody taught me how to say no when a beautiful naked woman begs me to take my clothes off.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
“They’ve sicced a demon on me.”
“Jesus, Bob.”
“Yeah, well, He isn’t answering the phone.”
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
I’m only twenty-eight: I’m too young to die and too old to drive fast.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
I have a feeling that a bored Ramona would be a very bad girl indeed, in a your-life-insurance-policy-just-expired kind of way.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
He gestures at a skeletal contraption of chromed steel and thin, black leather that only Le Corbusier could have mistaken for a chair: “Have a seat.”
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
The dirty little secret of the intelligence-gathering job is that information doesn’t just want to be free—it wants to hang out on street corners wearing gang colors and terrorizing the neighbors.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
I head off to the conference room for the Ways and Means Committee meeting—to investigate new ways of being mean, as Bridget (may Nyarlathotep rest her soul) once it explained it to me.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
He stabs at the mouse mat with one finger and I wince. But instead of fat purple sparks and a hideous soul-sucking manifestation, it simply wakes up his Windows box. (Not that there’s much difference.)
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
They’re nuts. Completely insane! I don’t get this gambling thing. Didn’t these people study statistics at university? Evidently not...
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
It’s a classic case of misplaced accounting priorities, valuing depreciable capital assets a thousand times more highly than the fruits of actual labor—but that’s the nature of the government organization.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
Yup, that pretty much confirms the diagnosis. This is the desk of a diseased mind, hugely ambitious, prone to taking insanely dangerous risks. He’s not ashamed of boasting about it—he clearly believes in better alpha-primate dominance displays through carpentry.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
The literary James Bond is a creation of prewar London club-land: upper-crust, snobbish, manipulative and cruel in his relationships with women, with a thinly veiled sadomasochistic streak and a coldly ruthless attitude to his opponents that verges on the psychopathic.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)
I stare longingly at the bare chunk of space on the desktop. There may be a keyboard stitched into the lining of my cummerbund, but without a machine to plug it into it’s about as much use as a chocolate hacksaw.
The Jennifer Morgue (2006)