There's no direction I can go in. If I met someone else, what meaning would there be left? If the pain goes, does that mean I never loved her? How can I get over it? I can't, I mustn't. But what else am I going to do?
Marie PhillipsJust shut up. Shut the fuck up, you stupid, uptight, don't drink, don't smoke, don't fuck, don't do anything that might almost be interpreted as fun, sanctimonious little fucking virgin. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, I've had enough. I'm not going to this fucking meeting, I don't care what happens to the fucking family, you can tell Athena what the fuck you like, just as long as you get out of my fucking face and stay out of it. - Apollo
Marie PhillipsHello," She said.
There was a long silence.
"Hello," said Artemis again.
"Are you talking to me?" said the tree. It had a faint Australian accent.
"Yes," said Artemis. "I am Artemis." If the tree experienced any recognition, it didn't show it. "I'm the goddess of hunting and chastity," said Artemis.
Another silence. The the tree said, "I'm Kate. I work in mergers and acquisitions for Goldman Sachs."
"Do you know what happened to you, Kate?" said Artemis.
The longest silence of all. Artemis was just about to repeat the question when the tree replied.
"I think I've turned into a tree," it said.
"Yes," said Artemis. "You have."
"Thank God for that," said the tree. "I thought I was going mad."
Then the tree seemed to reconsider this. "Actually," it said, "I think I would rather be mad." Then, with hope in its voice: "Are you sure I haven't gone mad?"
"I'm sure," said Artemis. "You're a tree. A eucalyptus. Subgenus of mallee. Variegated leaves."
"Oh," said the tree.
"Sorry," said Artemis.
"But with variegated leaves?"
"Yes," said Artemis. "Green and Yellow."
The tree seemed pleased. "Oh well, there's that to be grateful for," it said.
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Apollo wanted out. Out of Aphrodite, out of this bathroom, out of this house, and out of this life.
Marie PhillipsTags: humorous
Mmm," said Ares, without turning his head. "This war on terror isn't producing enough casualties. Bringing in Iran is the obvious choice, but I don't think they've got enough fire power yet. I wonder if I could somehow antagonize Japan."
...
"There's always Russia," said Ares, "but they've been harder to provoke since the end of the Cold War. Why are mortals so hung up on peace?" He shuffled through his papers. "Or maybe it's time to broaden out some of the African civil wars?
I've never had sex. Never wanted to. Not with a man or a woman or an animal, though my family jokes about it. And I never will. The thought of it disgusts me.
Marie PhillipsFölöttük sorakoztak a könyvei. Neil lakásában mindenütt könyvek voltak, itt-ott elszórva – ugyanis úgy érezte, bármely szoba meztelen nélkülük, ráadásul annyi volt belőlük, hogy el sem fértek volna egy helyen –, itt a kuckóban csak a kedvenceit őrizte: klasszikus sci-fik, fantasyk (csakis a legjobb fajtából) és egy csomó kézikönyv – súlyos, történelmi témájú kötetek, főleg háborúkról, melyek közül nem mindegyiknek ért a végére. Ezeket műfajok szerint csoportosította, azon belül pedig ábécérendben tárolta őket.
Marie PhillipsAz izzadság tönkreteszi a púdert. Márpedig a csillogó arc a tévésztár halála.
Marie PhillipsEgyvalami soha nem változik a halandókkal kapcsolatban: mind halhatatlannak képzeli magát.
Marie Phillips– Talán elkerülte a figyelmedet – felelte Apollón –, hogy a legtöbb halandó legszívesebben senkire sem néz fel, és akire mégis, az pont az, aki éjszakánként az árokban fetreng, lokálokban tobzódik, nem pedig az, aki hajnalban futni jár, és nem kúr.
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