Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits

so pale that Zoey thought he looked like he’d been gang-bitten by vampires.

Then one day he’ll find out his life is all wrapping paper and no gift.”
“Though that would be a perfect gift for a cat,” noted Zoey.

everything they present to you is a mirror image of the truth.

I want to thank Mack, for spending a year researching the uncontacted tribes of New Guinea, including a six-month stretch living among them to learn their strange customs. Sorry all of that stuff got cut from the book.

you’re going to die and you’re going to stand at the gates of judgment and you’re going to ask God what was the meaning of it all, and God will say, ‘I created the universe, you little shit. It was up to you to give it meaning.’

And while your friends are all out drinking, or playing video games, or doing whatever you people do for fun these days, you’ll be at home, practicing that coin trick. Over and over. In silence.

He probably hadn’t even have time to register what exactly had gone wrong, before the blood drained away from his brain and caused the rest of his body to drop to the floor, like an action figure that some toddler had suddenly gotten bored with.

felt the wet, hot gush soaking his black suit, turning his shirt the wrong shade of red.

This whole city is a butt that farts horror.

Yeah, I’m eatin’ a chili dog at ten in the morning. Only God can judge me.