It Was Hot, The Night We Burned

Before You Diagnose Yourself With Depression Or Low Self-esteem, First Make Sure That You Are Not, In Fact, Just Surrounded By Assholes.

The Written Word Still Enjoyed A Certain Prestige Here. It Was A Sluggish Country.

His Eyes Were Eggs Of Unstable Crystal, Vibrating With A Frequency Whose Name Was Rain And The Sound Of Trains, Suddenly Sprouting A Humming Forest Of Hair-fine Glass Spines.

It Doesn't Matter How Fast Your Modem Is If You're Being Shelled By Ethnic Separatists.

There's An Idea Called "gray Man", In The Security Business, That I Find Interesting. They Teach People To Dress Unobtrusively. Chinos Instead Of Combat Pants, And If You Really Need The Extra Pockets, A Better Design Conceals Them. They Assume, Actually, That The Bad Guys Will Shoot All The Guys Wearing Combat Pants First, Just To Be Sure.