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456 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2010
Look closely: everything is webbed with everything, existence an illuminated manuscript you walk through.
Sail nowhere save among the continents of your own soul, and, when your body at long last gives up its war upon you, sloughs away, returning you to infancy, the final hinged panel of the polyptych called yourself having been reached and rushed beyond, leave the useless remainder behind on the wicked midden heap it is.
He understood the evidence had always been everywhere: in those speckles constellating Groot’s bald pate, in that plague chewing across northern Europe, in that ship of fools drifting through his consciousness.
Dan understood he wasn’t supposed to enjoy his slow shading into a pop-culture figure, but he did anyway.
Welcome to the age of decorous totalitarianism. This is what governments are good at: organizing, manipulating, and exploiting human weakness. Everyone is unhappy.
She understood completely how the reason there aren’t any dinosaurs left on the planet is because they couldn’t fit on Noah’s ark.
I don’t know quite what that might be, call it a reaction, an allergic reaction, sure, why not, or maybe food poisoning, maybe age poisoning, it happens every day, everywhere, the world after all isn’t as filthy and mortal as it looks, no, it’s a lot filthier, a lot more mortal, it’s a pigsty…