The Kingdom of God might be at hand$$$ but that hand was empty.

I accepted that a new kind of hate had emerged$$$ silent and disciplined$$$ a racism tempered by loyalty cards and PIN numbers. Shopping was now the model for all human behaviour$$$ drained of emotion and anger.

The house was silent$$$ but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.

Given that external realityis a fiction$$$ the writer's roleis almost superfluous. Hedoes not need to invent thefiction because it is alreadythere.

<p>True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.</p>

A car crash harnesses elements of eroticism$$$ aggression$$$ desire$$$ speed$$$ drama$$$ kinesthetic factors$$$ the stylizing of motion$$$ consumer goods$$$ status -- all these in one event. I myself see the car crash as a tremendous sexual event really: a liberation of human and machine libido (if there is such a thing).

In his mind World War III represents the final self-destruction and imbalance of an asymmetric world$$$ the last suicidal spasm of the dextro-rotatory helix$$$ DNA. The human organism is an atrocity exhibition at which he is an unwilling spectator . . .

I suspect that many of the great cultural shifts that prepare the way for political change are largely aesthetic

I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

The sun rose like a stripper$$$ keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.