“A plague on both your houses.”
“Stand as I did after throwing the switch, a murderer, a betrayer, but still proud, feet firmly planted on Hyperion’s shifting sand, head held high, fist raised against the sky, crying “A plague on both your houses!”
“My anxiety house a house and a fence and a deer in the yard. A zip code. A plague of starlings.”
“Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.”
“Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.”
“I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.”