The 1987 movie made the mistake of thinking we'd be wearing shoulderpads in the reality showcalypse. The novel, on the other hand, thought there'd still be smoking on airplanes. Man, they were clueless back then.

There as very little information [on pollution] later than 2002, and what there was seemed to jell very badly with what had been written before. The government, as usual, was doing a tardy but efficient job of double thinking.

Fat people with nose filters, spending their evenings with dollies in silk underpants. Let the guillotine fall. And fall. And fall.

They were queer-stompers. Queers, of course, had to be eradicated. Save our bathrooms for democracy.

People won't be in the bars and hotels or gathering in the cold in front of appliance stores rooting for you to get away. Goodness no. They want to see you wiped out, and they'll help if they can.