"Have we any control over being born?," my friend asked in despair. "No, the job is done for us while we're sleeping, so to speak,... and when we wake up everything is all set. We merely appear, like an ornate celebrity wheeled out in a wheelchair." "I don't remember," my friend claimed. "No need to," I said: "what need have us free-loaders for any special alertness? We're done for."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corrup...tion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my... sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »