"And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human."

William Gibson, Count Zero

"‘So,’ said Durcet, ‘is it possible to commit crimes as we conceive them and as you describe them? As for me, I confess that my imagination has always been in this respect beyond my means, I have always conceived a thousand times more than I have carried out and have always railed against Nature, who, in giving me the desire to offend her, always robbed me of the means to do so.’ ‘There are no more than two or three crimes to commit in the world,’ said Curval. ‘Once those are done there is no more to be said – what remains is inferior and one no longer feels a thing. How many times, good God, have I not wished it were possible to attack the sun, to deprive the universe of it, or to use it to set the world ablaze – those would be crimes indeed, and not the little excesses in which we indulge, which do no more than metamorphose, in the course of a year, a dozen creatures into clods of earth.’ And thereupon, with minds becoming inflamed, as two or three young girls had already found out, and with pricks beginning to rise, they left the table to pour into some pretty mouths the floods of that liqueur, whose unbearably acute tingling was prompting so many profanities. They limited themselves to pleasures of the mouth that evening, but conceived a hundred ways to vary these, and, when they had had their fill, they tried to find in a few hours’ rest the strength required to begin again."
~M. De Sade

who's the kim to my harry

"how many beers have you had, chief?"
"huh, just a handful-"

i talk to god, but the sky is empty.