“In America profit is everything. They would never suspect honor. Money, greed, even revenge. But never honor.” — Misha Copy Share Image
“How many rough blows had she suffered? How many times had she been an unwilling step for the selfish souls of her… — Misha Copy Share Image
“As he walked...he picked up the holodreams of the suits... _I believe_. A yellow-suited man was flying one World War II plane… — Misha Copy Share Image
“Below her lay the deserted ant farm city. A skyscraper was her only shadow. Plasma gas globes and lava lamps gleaned. Ded… — Misha Copy Share Image
“Dry ash and waxy lust. Language was caked to the roof of his mouth. He snorted in derision. To his left Mickey-san,… — Misha Copy Share Image
“She liked the high places, away from the subterranean rage of the working class. No one was there to mirror her image… — Misha Copy Share Image
“You're sick. You were nearly killed. All kinds of shitheads are out to tear you to pieces. You were in pain, hungry,… — Misha Copy Share Image
“...it's a sinister wonderland. My life, cleaned like a revolver, levels in the direction of happiness. Come on. It's a Marxian dream,… — Misha Copy Share Image
“You'd sell out too if you had half a chance." Kumo snorted and shook her head. "You can't sell out if you… — Misha Copy Share Image
“To watch me is to eat glass. Can't you feel me glittering in your stomach?” — Misha Copy Share Image
“In America profit is everything. They would never suspect honor. Money, greed, even revenge. But never honor.” — Misha Copy Share Image
“How many rough blows had she suffered? How many times had she been an unwilling step for the selfish souls of her fellow opposite… — Misha Copy Share Image
“As he walked...he picked up the holodreams of the suits... _I believe_. A yellow-suited man was flying one World War II plane and fighting… — Misha Copy Share Image
“Below her lay the deserted ant farm city. A skyscraper was her only shadow. Plasma gas globes and lava lamps gleaned. Ded Tek was… — Misha Copy Share Image
“Dry ash and waxy lust. Language was caked to the roof of his mouth. He snorted in derision. To his left Mickey-san, in brilliant… — Misha Copy Share Image
“She liked the high places, away from the subterranean rage of the working class. No one was there to mirror her image in their… — Misha Copy Share Image
“You're sick. You were nearly killed. All kinds of shitheads are out to tear you to pieces. You were in pain, hungry, cold, filthy.… — Misha Copy Share Image
“...it's a sinister wonderland. My life, cleaned like a revolver, levels in the direction of happiness. Come on. It's a Marxian dream, possessions divides,… — Misha Copy Share Image
“You'd sell out too if you had half a chance." Kumo snorted and shook her head. "You can't sell out if you don't buy… — Misha Copy Share Image
“To watch me is to eat glass. Can't you feel me glittering in your stomach?” — Misha Copy Share Image
