Next to love is the desire for love.

The way through the world<br>Is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

The final belief is to believe in a fiction$$$ which you know to be a fiction$$$ there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

The question hung there like an invisible wall of flatulence.

I have devoted much effort$$$ during the last decade or so$$$ to the systematic encouragement of subversiveness.

What's hard$$$ in hacking as in fiction$$$ is not writing$$$ it's deciding what to write.

There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world.

Constable Moore had reached the age when men can subject their bodies to the worst irritations -- whiskey$$$ cigars$$$ woolen clothes$$$ bagpipes -- without feeling a thing or$$$ at least$$$ without letting on.

It is exciting to discover electrons and figure out the equations that govern their movement; it is boring to use those principles to design electric can openers. From here on out$$$ it's all can openers.

Middle-class prosperity is lapidary; the flow of cash rounds and smooths a person like water does riverbed stones.