After all, the whole of humanity was anchored by inventions, contrivances, realities. Xiao Li lived on dreams, as most people do.

— Victor Robert Lee

Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f___ their women, they f___ the world.

— Victor Robert Lee

A kite only flies if it’s tethered.

— Victor Robert Lee

Cone knew that all three of his tormentors would know the anthem by heart from their childhood years. They had sung it daily to belong to the elite of their country, wearing around their necks the red ties of the Communist Party Youth Brigade, which had formed their beings and all that they would be and would ever believe, even as communism became a ghost and the party a web of corruption.

— Victor Robert Lee

Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams.

— Victor Robert Lee

I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!

— Victor Robert Lee

If it’s not one god it’s another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.

— Victor Robert Lee

In my country, when we think about the future, we shake.

— Victor Robert Lee

It’s only a cut, a reminder of this day. A reminder to ask every day, Why am I doing this?

— Victor Robert Lee

Maybe he had become addicted after all—addicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds of orgasm.

— Victor Robert Lee