Got no time for games," Charity told the dog. "Hope you don't bite." "Not at all. The hound yawned to his ears. But beware the owner. He thinks. - Parke Godwin

Roy’s cry of horror filled of the universe, more horrible for the indifferent silence that swallowed it up.

Your world is a sewer, Mr. Stride. One can almost absolve you for being one of its diseases.

Roy’s a fuck-up like Hitler. What’s the opposite of fail-safe? Success-safe. These turkeys have got to lose because most of their thinking is off the wall to begin with. Think about it: there’s Adolf rearranging Europe like a hyperactive housewife, shrewd as they come, and still getting his horoscope done every goddamned day, which is like seriously figuring Santa Claus into the national budget. These people are not coming from common sense; they simply can’t think big.