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It was guilt, guilt taking the face of anxiety.
There was a living silence.
before the Squads took him away, had been fond of calling the Major the rarest and most dangerous monster any nation can produce, a society-supported sociopath.
Garraty decided he must like it there on the edge of nothing.
But of course it had hurt. It had hurt before, in the worst, rupturing way, knowing there would be no more you but the universe would roll on just the same, unharmed and unhampered.
Rumors were created by mouth-to-mouth respiration.
“The only difference is we’re involved in dying right now.”
Garraty supposed a person could do a lot of things when his life was at stake.
Awareness. It was all a function of awareness. But it wasn’t forever.
rest of the last three and a half hours was nothing but a dream montage, an insomniac’s half-sleeping wakemare.
“All the world is God,”
It had been a neat removal. Odorless, sanitized, pasteurized, sanforized, and dandruff-free.
“Death is great for the appetites,”
They’re animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?”
“We want to die, that’s why we’re doing it. Why else, Garraty? Why else?”
he might have been in extreme pain or at the pinnacle of pleasure.
He had locked himself safely away in a place beyond pain.
LONG WALK WON BY DEAD MAN.
We’ve sold ourselves and traded our souls on trivialities. Olson, he was trivial. He was magnificent, too, but those things aren’t mutually exclusive. He was magnificent and trivial. Either way, or both, he died like a bug under a microscope.”
“None of us really has anything to lose. That makes it easier to give away.”
Everyone wants a bulwark against mortality,
“Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.”
Isn’t it too bad the great truths are all such lies?”
His feet had headaches. Terrible migraines.
Only, what a stupid little word that is. Who was the idiot who took it into his head that we needed a stupid little word like that?
But that didn’t matter now. It was past. It was the future that was unraveling, even before it was knit.
