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444 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1988
Sometimes, reading Shirley, I can hear the guitars, like there's some monstrous subliminal wall-o'-sound chewing at the edges of the text.
—p.v
"{...}The common fallacy that entropic generators promote death has been proven untrue, but what do they do to ease or inhibit death?{...}"
—p.24
My fingers were swollen from the humidity, and I had to take off the little platinum ring with the equal ( = ) sign on it.It's all about... balance.
—p.106
Somewhere, there is a very important lie.
—p.122
"When did you die?" I asked, watching him. He made me nervous.Karma can take a long, long time to arrive... but it's sweet when it does.
"I died in 1982," he said, not even blinking. "Care for a drink?"
—p.170
Brisen hated illiterates. The Unliterates Liberashun Frunt had blown Brisen to pieces with a fragmentation bomb during the labor riots of 2057. {...} But most of Brisen's natural body had been so riddled with shrapnel that it had been cheaper to scrap it.All of this puts Philip Brisen into a unique position.
—p.189
"The Shacktowns are tenanted by people who, a decade or two ago, built the affluence that the privileged feed off of now. Jobless Blacks are in the Shacktowns, of course. And the old. Since the demographic shifts of the '70s and '80s, and the growth of geriatric medicine, the old have become a huge, mouldering slice of the population.If only fixing everything were that easy... was this one prescient, or just observant?
—p.220