Quotes from John Birmingham

I don't know, Doctor. But I'd suggest you arm yourself and kill anyone who looks to be in need of it.

This man, Trump. There is no way he could be president. Okay, just take my word for it. It was never going to happen.

Breaking things and hurting people, thought Harry as he marched across the gravel. A cracking fuckin' way for a bloke to earn a quid. Better than being chased around by those paparazzi cunts, at any rate. He

primitive planes that probably wouldn't even get a safety clearance in her day. If this were a movie or a cheap, particularly stupid novel, it was the point at which she would call up Jan Zumbach and order him to get his crazy-arse Poles back to base. But

Who needs death metal when you've got the Nazis?" They passed

Listen to Professor Compton, would you? He's a professor and he has a neck beard. You don't so he wins this round.

But living well is the best revenge, isn't it," she declared.

The self is simply that warm single point of sentience around which the life of the universe gathers.

He didn't understand how this "Microsoft Corporation" could have become so dominant in die andere Zeit. He found their products to be annoying, and entirely unreliable.

a seat belt, smoke in public spaces, or "cross a public roadway while immersed in a virtual reality." Not that much of that sort of thing went on just yet, anyway. Black

It also meant, however, that they couldn't drive without a seat belt, smoke in public spaces, or "cross a public roadway while immersed in a virtual reality." Not that much of that sort of thing went on just yet, anyway. Black

Thank you," said Himmler, who found the Windows file management system a diabolical confoundment. And they accuse me of crimes against humanity, he thought as he settled himself in at his desk. Wilhelm Gates, you are a beast, and your family will pay. His

Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill

Apart from Scientologists and born-again Christians, junkies are probably the worst people in the world to live with. Even other junkies will tell you that.

Yes," he said in return, and his voice cracked somewhat. "Yes, Comrade General Secretary." "And now," Stalin said, "let's have some soup, shall we?" Beria's heart sank. He still had too much work to do. "Oh, not you, Beria," the Vozhd said. "You are excused. Get the hell out of here and go do your job for a change. No soup for you.

To drink this much in one session would kill even an Aberdeen harlot.

Like most adventures, it was best experienced in the telling, rather than the execution.

Anyone who might have survived—even momentarily, by dint of having been entirely submerged—would have encountered the true meaning of hell, having been simultaneously flash-boiled, asphyxiated, and cooked from within as the blazing fuel–air mix penetrated all nonairtight objects. As

300 million people turned into jelly by The Wave and Rupert Murdoch wasn't one of them. There is no god.

When a parent dies, for those left behind it can feel as though half the sky has fallen. My father was the sheltering sky, and beneath his mild firmament no storm ever raged, no hard rain fell.

the rumor you most want to believe is the rumor you should be most skeptical of.

an intriguing puzzle that diverted him from the unbearable burden of living. HIJMS

The führer ordered the Second SS Panzer Corps moved up out of Le Mans. A moment later he countermanded the order. No one said anything.

The best lack all conviction while the worst are full passionate intensity