Lisa Mason Quotes

You are either the man in the white coat or you are the monkey. Susan sees herself as the monkey.

The girl with her face. A Devolved Entity Manifested from the Other Now? A demon that wants to off her? It’s like the rumors of concentration camps. So weird she can’t believe it, and so plausible she can’t afford to disbelieve it.

Acid," says the guy with the eyes, "raises your powers of integration so that everything is important." "Acid," says Chiron, "lowers your powers of discrimination so that everything seems important.

I have not told the police about it. Every member of the police department I have encountered during my stay in San Francisco has been nearly as surly and intractable as my rapist friend, because I look like a hippie. Each time I attempted to explain myself I was rebuffed or threatened.
From this experience I am tempted to draw an odd analogy: under stress, neither the policeman nor the rapist allows an opportunity for rational communication. Each one relies on violence to make to make his impression. This is not an accident, but, rather evidence of a widespread sickness. When will violence stop long enough for communication to begin? On second thought, perhaps I am doing the police department a grave disservice in not attempting to put them in contact with the rapist. Maybe, with just a little mind-bending, that rapist would make a damned good cop, and both could swagger together, true soul brothers, under the many-colored cloak of Fascism.

In the beginning and the end, it’s all a crapshoot. The Cosmic Mind does play dice. Loves to gamble, in fact.

Since they were little, wishing on the first star of the evening, they both understood this: the most exciting game in life is to invent yourself.

What is destiny for any human being? What becomes of probabilities that collapse out of the timeline? Does destiny depend on who witnesses?

To give is best, live responsibly or die.

I didn’t lie. I implied.

Cosmicists speak of the Great Good, equalizing humanity with all creatures and things. Does a cosmicist accept the death of a child as the same as—say—the destruction of a butterfly? Suppose it’s a rare butterfly and the child is one of twelve billion.

Consider impact before you consider benefit.

Junk does that. Junk is a forge. You enter the fire and come out twisted.

He uncorks the absinthe, pours three rounds.…
“After the first glass you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. After the third, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world.”

By the time people could speak about mandatory population control in a rational way, it was too late.

She’s got space. Lots of space in her house. What about in her heart?