His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antiq...ue arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As long as the "woman's work" that some men do is socially devalued, as long as it is defined as woman's work, as long as it's tac...ked onto a "regular" work day, men who share it are likely to develop the same jagged mouth and frazzled hair as the coffee-mug mom. The image of the new man is like the image of the supermom: it obscures the strain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mrs. Grayle: You know, this'll be the first time I've ever killed anyone I knew so little and liked so well. What's your name? .../>Philip Marlowe: Philip for short. Mrs. Grayle: Philip. Philip Marlowe. A name for a duke. You're just a nice mug.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dizzy: Say, don't you think about anything but flying? When did the bug first bite you? Tommy: You remember the day Lindy cam...e back from Paris?... I was only a kid, but I'll never forget it. They wrote "Welcome Home" with smoke across the sky and signed it QB.... I didn't even know what QB meant. Then someone told me about the quiet burglar. Old pilots joining together to help the flying game. I loved that. They seemed apart from ordinary people. Dizzy: Oh they were. That, that first QB hanger was a great place. Each pilot had his own drinking mug, and whenever one got bumped off, they put the mug on the shelf over the bar, bottom up, and your first drink was always a silent toast to the shelf.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »