Author of quotes: Brian Aldiss

Time gave her manic sloth, which goes to children, the insane, and wives whose husbands are working to improve the world.
Time waited on her shoulder with the maniac slowth it reserves for children, the insane, and wives whose husbands are away improving the world.

The manifestations of goodness and courage, the art of dying in the chaos of the chaos and decline that represents our lives.

On the floor piles were stacked up in things very different properties. A mountain of old suitcases, many of them worn enough that they seemed humanly to death tired from a long sad journey.

Invisible cancer suddenly stops cheek kiss, only to devour them...

God does not exist, but despite this, I hate him. After all, religious beliefs have forced us to make a powerful effort to avert your gaze from our own intractable problems.