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Dr. Adkins
Grainger.
they don’t eat a lot themselves. I think most of what they grow and … uh … process … gets put aside to feed the USIC personnel.”
You were either a raging alcoholic or you didn’t touch drink. Same with cynicism. Bea could handle it—in moderation. He couldn’t.
Springer,
Stanko,
Hayes.
Tuska, Maneely
Conway.
When in distress, don’t self-obsess, reach out. Bea’s motto.
He needed to be unconscious, or among the SLM.
“Working toward the future.”
If we owe money we can repay it and even if we can’t, it’s only money. What goes on in the hearts and souls of human beings is the important thing.
Complicated infrastructure is a luxury, the real essentials are love and prayer.
We need a certain proportion of things to be OK in order to be able to cope with other things going wrong.
a glorified warehouse of concrete and glass.
The poison must have deranged his sense of time.
A banquet with all the bones taken out, a meal in a milkshake, thesaurus semolina.
“Tartaglione?”
a naked madman who’d slipped through the net of human civilization.
“You miss every damn thing. You could fill a book with all
the things you miss.
What you wanna go back there for? What’s the point? Your uncle and his goddamned frog collection are gonna be history soon. Everything’s gonna be history soon. History will be history.”
That fatso chink dude,
“No use crying over spilt milk, my friend. Let it go rancid and live for mañana.
Conspicuous absence of a multitude of people working round the clock to keep me supplied with goodies.
“But before they vamoosed, the little fairies in the bathrobes did teach me one of their secrets. The most important secret of all, right? Alchemy. Turning boring old plants into booze.”
Only zombies need apply!”
You cannot create a thriving community, let alone a new civilization, by putting together a bunch of people who are no fucking trouble!
You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.
USIC is looking for people who can feel at home anywhere, even in a big fat nowhere like this,
“You really believe the world is coming to an end?” said Peter. “Jesus fucking Christ, padre, what kind of a Christian are you? Isn’t this the whole fucking point for you?