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Rumfoord’s palm was callused, but not horny like the palm of a man doomed to a single trade for all of his days.
It was Beatrice’s intention to swallow it if ever she had to share so much as the same time zone with Malachi Constant.
"My father gave me only two pieces of advice," he said, "and only one of them has stood the test of time. They were: ’Don’t touch your principal,’ and ’Keep the liquor bottle out of the bedroom.’
The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.
I WAS A VICTIM OF A SERIES OF ACCIDENTS, AS ARE WE ALL.
Bee was not drawn to the scrawny, bearded, happy boob in lemon-yellow long underwear.
Salo wished he were a Titanic bluebird.
Everything that ever was always will be, and everything that ever will be always was."
Sooner or later, Chrono believed, the magical forces of the Universe would put everything back together again. They always did.
"It took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."
"When you know you are dying, Space Wanderer," said Salo hypnotically, "a wonderful thing will happen to you."
"We’re—we’re going to Paradise now?" said Constant. "I—I’m going to get into Paradise?" "Don’t ask me why, old sport," said Stony, "but somebody up there likes you."
