Stephen Kozeniewski > Quotes

“Fine,” I said. “So our girl, the hero of our story—” “Heroine,” he said. “No, I haven’t got any,” I said.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“You know what it’s like?  It’s like when your ear pops.  Sometimes you didn’t even know it was going to pop.” “Yes!” she agreed vociferously, “It feels right afterwards, but you were so used to it the other way you didn’t even realize it was wrong.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, The Perfectly Fine Neighborhood

“I am an empty vessel, devoid of these things you humans call feelings. I am a robot of meat.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, The Hematophages

“Mine’s Alcibé,” he said. “I didn’t ask for your life story!” I shouted and turned the head around so he was facing away from me.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“I’m sorry, sir”—he sure made it sound like it pained him to call me “sir”—“but I can only let in residents and guests.” “That’s me,” I said. “I’m a guest. So I guess we’re all done down here.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“I flipped the mask down and raised my leg to kick in the door. “Stop!” Alcibé fairly yelled. “Perhaps a little stealth is in order? At least sneak in and get the drop on them.” I thought about it for a moment. “Nah.” I kicked in the door.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“waiting for the breathers to leave. I felt betrayed. Someone clapped me on the back paternally. “It had to be done, Jones.” I didn’t know him. “Get fucked,” I replied.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“Okay, Mr. ‘Jones,’” he said. “You in Room 217.” He handed me the key. Something struck me as odd. The arithmetic just didn’t add up. “You got two hundred seventeen rooms in this joint?” I asked. “You stupid? Forty rooms. Two floors, twenty each.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“could’ve made a fortune as a travel agent if people paid for guilt trips.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, The Hematophages