Quotes from Richard A. Lupoff

What nonsense! What arrogance! What blind, ignorant balderdash!

Freddie did his thing with the panshin light and the little book, the kind men like

She pulled him through the door. As he passed the jamb from the dingy hallway it was like stepping into a Gilbert Morosco party. Lines wavered, planes warped, colors blended and changed and formed unfathomable patterns; odors penetrated his head, drove openings through passages

cloudlets of striped and spotted smoke drifted slowly from his mouth.

And S. I. Hayakawa, multiplex stringman. I'd tell you not to fret but that would spoil your playing." Freddie cackled merrily at his pun, then pointed his plastic weapon at the gross musician who joined feebly in the

discovered a new position for intercourse (turned out to be a minor variation on Old Hundredth; Freddie snorted and shook his carrotty curls) to a recipe for chocolate sour cream waffles in cannabis sauce.