"I smiled at her. She smiled back. I hoped she somehow realized that I smiled not to be polite, not to express cheer, but simply because she was so painfully pretty."
"'Needle in a haystack,' he mumbled wearily. 'No, worse than that. I could find a needle in a haystack. Burn the haystack, that's all. Sift the ashes with a magnet.'"
"Neither of us felt much grief, of course, and pity was not a good word for our mood, either. What we really felt was a kind of bemused fatalism, a kind of 'Oh yes, and then there's Death.' Bad Old Death. Death, who will employ without prejudice any of a hundred modes, from lingering and expected to quick and surprising."
"I find the technical ingenuity wonderful, miraculous, thrilling, essential, aesthetic, erotic, fun. But when a machine turns against you, when it makes you tell lies, you have to be grown up enough, and awake enough, to get rid of it."