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“Eulogy at Salon.com by Elizabeth Hand”

“Jobs are like going to church: it’s nice once or twice a year to sing along and eat something and all that, but unless you really believe there’s something holy going on, it gets to be a drag going in every single week.”

“The Prescient Science Fiction of Thomas M. Disch" in The Millions”

“The gods, after all, are only human, and once their rage has been placated they are perfectly capable of acts of mercy and grace.”

“He especially liked ads for shampoos and hair coloring. The women in them seemed to regard their hair as independent, capricious entities, whom they must placate and provide with food.”

“There was nothing like shared meals, so the experts at IBM claimed, for overcoming one's basic disbelief in the existence of other people.”