Dreck Quotes

“He was a straw man in a suit, a walking false flag. Ninety percent of everything he said was crap, and the remaining ten percent was sprinkled in there just to rub his stink on it. The question of whether he himself actually believed the things he said was irrelevant. He was a puppet in a long line of puppets. He played his part just as his so-called opponents were playing theirs.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“His abrasive, over-the-top style had earned him a loyal fan base, despite—or perhaps because of—the many scandals that dogged him throughout his career. He was a tax cheat, a philanderer, a bigot, a bully . . . pretty much everything you might expect from a guy named Dumptruck.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“God, I thought I’d have more time. All the time in the world.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“I can’t disconnect, you know? It’s like a drug. For one reason or another, I keep coming back.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“He probably wouldn’t do any jail time at all, not with the perennial War on Drugs in full force. Too many dope smokers and pill poppers to lock up instead.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“We can hardly be expected to see ourselves objectively, especially in matters of the mind.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“So Flip would just have to go on, trying to do more good than harm, day by day. He couldn’t undo his wrongs, but he could recognize them and try to guard against adding on more.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“We still have as much time as we’ve ever had. I just want to try living at full speed for a while.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Maybe there was more waiting for you beyond the veil—eternal paradise even—but maybe not. Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“I’m tired of making the same mistakes over and over just because of some subconscious fears or desires or whatever. I want to get back to my real life. I want to dream my own dreams again.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“They say if we forget the past, then we’re doomed to repeat it, but the word ‘doomed’ is a bit strong, I’d say. It’s just the eternal return. You’ve got to fall in love with Fate. Imagine Sisyphus happy.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“It’s always a dream.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“It’s always a dream,” he insisted with a devilish grin. “As many times as we’ve ‘woken up’ into just another layer of dreaming, I’d expect you’d remember that by now.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Violet looked up at the perfectly full moon. Just a big dead rock floating there doing nothing. But it never ceased to be beautiful somehow. Maybe that’s what makes it beautiful, she considered. It’s not trying to be something it’s not. Earth, on the other hand, was straining pretty hard, always scrambling to remake itself in the image of some sci-fi dystopia from the golden age of ersatz coffee and mutton chop sideburns. When will it be enough?”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“She’d staggered up that hill more times than she could count. The struggle was actually comforting in a way. Something to fight against, even if it was only gravity.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“He felt like every cell in his body was alive with independent consciousness.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“What I’m saying is . . . remembering feels like time travel, right? Dreaming works the same way. Well, what if that’s all we have in the first place? Thoughts arranged in time. And we’re free—if we can only learn how—to change those thoughts around all we like. So no predestination. One world. One ever-changing universe. And we can change it!”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“He raised a finger and then continued typing for another thirty seconds or so. Just long enough to show Maggie that his time was more valuable than hers—though she knew his salary, and it most definitely was not.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Entering the workforce was like one last long night with nothing after it but the terrifying certainty of death.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“They had to try and appreciate their time together without putting too much thought into why it was so precious, how it could evaporate at any moment and leave them marooned once more in their separate threads of reality.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“One moment they were human beings with their own distinct minds and perceptions and personalities, and the next they were scenery—all but invisible.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Laila could picture the flow of traffic all around her. From above, she watched the cars move along in streams like all those ants on her kitchen floor. What had they been looking for anyway? A crumb here, a speck of sugar there? The vast stockpiles of food in the pantry and fridge remained untouched. For that matter, what kept all these cars returning to the city day after day? A little money, a little entertainment? Surface operations like Livetrac kept the ants fighting over crumbs while the obscene fortunes of a shadowy elite were counted not in dollars but in lives.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“They seemed to skitter past her like living creatures. Their movements were purposeful, organic, just the slightest bit unsteady. It was as if instead of rubber tires, each wheel comprised thousands of tiny insectoid limbs, all black and chitinous with cruel hooked claws for feet.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, as the saying went. Unless it’s also holding the key to your cage. That might actually be worth it.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“Never mind the eighty percent of the population who fell below the poverty line. They couldn’t afford to complain and risk losing their dole.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“No one likes putting a cash value on their own freedom, selling their soul two weeks at a time. But every one of them had done just that, and they resented the company for it.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“She made a decent salary, but most of that went to paying interest on her debts. Still, she was lucky to have a job at all. She had to keep reminding herself of that. She didn’t feel lucky.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“It felt as if the world had suddenly revealed itself to be a dream. She knew that she was free to do whatever she wanted, but she didn’t dare. Real or not, she had to go on living in this dream world day after day.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“The real game isn’t between the two teams on the field. It’s between the spellbound fans and the sponsors finding new ways to empty their pockets.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“In a total surveillance state, complicity is much more likely than ignorance.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck