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The smaller the man, the larger his power fantasies.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Hell might be a strain, she concluded, but you couldn’t beat it for the new and different or the interesting men.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
The soul that perpetually overflows with kindness and sympathy will always be cheerful.
Hell, there’s no mystery between men and women, except why some poor damn fool like me ain’t figured that out yet.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Honor thy stereotypes, the authors of thy thinking, for without them, thou wouldst have to see.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Roy’s cry of horror filled of the universe, more horrible for the indifferent silence that swallowed it up.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
If respectability is the daughter of morality, her jealous sister is blackmail.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
The central infection inflames and eventually mortifies the entire psyche until any healthy stimulus becomes alien.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Lengthy memos were always coming down from somewhere to be read, initialed and passed on. Never less than ten single-spaced pages, they boiled down to the need for efficiency and cutting paperwork.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Countries are just like women. Sooner or later everyone loses their cherry and gets to be just another broad on the block.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
I will not comment on your accent. Similes founder, metaphors fail.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Nemesis, come! And you unfeeling stars, I hurl defiance for reply, and cast into the balance for the world to see my soul ’gainst thy insensate cruelty.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Your world is a sewer, Mr. Stride. One can almost absolve you for being one of its diseases.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
True believers coming to the fore with the same old theme—don’t you make out you’re better than us—defining a narrow God by what they themselves hated and feared.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Religion is what you sing on Sunday, Miss Stovall. Your true faith is what you want all week.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Sorlij tried to imagine a place less organized than this. The concept was a challenge.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
“If you are in trouble, so am I. Two rowers in a sinking lifeboat telling each other ‘I told you so’ doesn’t keep either from drowning.”
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Woody had more talent than drive, but a musician, even a poor one, was preferable to a fanatic. He could only assault the ear.
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
“Got no time for games,” Charity told the dog. “Hope you don’t bite.”
“Not at all. The hound yawned to his ears. But beware the owner. He thinks.”
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)
Infantile, needing to be the center and reason for creation, the less educated or advantaged subject needs a distorted miraculous theology to support a perilous existence, externally and constantly threatened as it is by “them.”
Waiting for the Galactic Bus (1988)