writer of science fiction
Lisa Mason (born 1953) is an American writer of science fiction, fantasy, and urban fantasy.
Summer of Love (1994)Edit
- Nominated for the 1995 Philip K. Dick Award. All page numbers are from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Spectra ISBN 0-553-57241-5
- Consider impact before you consider benefit.
- Chapter 2 “Do You Believe in Magic?” (p. 34; ecological catchphrase repeated often in the book)
- In the beginning and the end, it’s all a crapshoot. The Cosmic Mind does play dice. Loves to gamble, in fact.
- Chapter 2 “Do You Believe in Magic?” (p. 35)
- To give is best, live responsibly or die.
- Chapter 2 “Do You Believe in Magic?” (p. 43)
- What was that teacher trying to do?
That teacher was trying to break her spirit.
But why would school do that? So you could become someone like her parents and believe in the things they believe in. So you won’t believe in the things they don’t believe in. And believe you’re a happy person whose life has meaning. So you will go to your job and do whatever gross thing someone tells you to do and get drunk on Friday and Saturday nights and pay taxes and bills. That’s why.
- Chapter 4 “Foxy Lady” (pp. 81-82)
- You are either the man in the white coat or you are the monkey. Susan sees herself as the monkey.
- Chapter 4 “Foxy Lady” (p. 82)
- She’s got space. Lots of space in her house. What about in her heart?
- Chapter 6 “Purple Haze” (p. 124)
- “Acid,” says the guy with the eyes, “raises your powers of integration so that everything is important.”
“Acid,” says Chiron, “lowers your powers of discrimination so that everything seems important.”
- Chapter 6 “Purple Haze” (p. 133)
- I didn’t lie. I implied.
- Chapter 6 “Purple Haze” (p. 139)
- The technopolistic plutocracy will dump pollutants into the atmosphere for another century on the grounds that compliance with limits is too expensive.
- Chapter 8 “Ball and Chain” (p. 176)
- The girl with her face. A Devolved Entity Manifested from the Other Now? A demon that wants to off her? It’s like the rumors of concentration camps. So weird she can’t believe it, and so plausible she can’t afford to disbelieve it.
- Chapter 10 “Dedicated to the One I Love” (p. 224)
- I have not told the police about it. Every member of the police department I have encountered during my stay in San Francisco has been nearly as surly and intractable as my rapist friend, because I look like a hippie. Each time I attempted to explain myself I was rebuffed or threatened.
From this experience I am tempted to draw an odd analogy: under stress, neither the policeman nor the rapist allows an opportunity for rational communication. Each one relies on violence to make to make his impression. This is not an accident, but, rather evidence of a widespread sickness. When will violence stop long enough for communication to begin? On second thought, perhaps I am doing the police department a grave disservice in not attempting to put them in contact with the rapist. Maybe, with just a little mind-bending, that rapist would make a damned good cop, and both could swagger together, true soul brothers, under the many-colored cloak of Fascism.
- Chapter 10 “Dedicated to the One I Love” (p. 230)
- Since they were little, wishing on the first star of the evening, they both understood this: the most exciting game in life is to invent yourself.
- Chapter 10 “Dedicated to the One I Love” (p. 236)
- Junk does that. Junk is a forge. You enter the fire and come out twisted.
- Chapter 15 “Over Under Sideways Down” (p. 329)
- By the time people could speak about mandatory population control in a rational way, it was too late.
- Chapter 19 “Hello Goodbye” (p. 406)