“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. Here you have safety, comfort, even, even love." JuJube put his hand son her face in… — 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
