Meme-bitten cut-up

I'm not going to do the whole of that quizzy thing that's going round, but here is line four of page eighteen of a few books I can reach from where I'm sitting:

It was automation, I know.
"It's Miss, actually," she said proudly, "And witch
permanent effects of freedom. In the modern world, the
busy night that three people were catapulted across the
Gaw who rechristened me when he saw that I had no
tor, he forced himself to admit, was the suspicion that
Zizi knew, and my sister Teresa. I got off here with my
own rules as to how much of the truth to tell and at what
ed the formation of cancer. This is because antioxidants work to
"I did not," said Jim. "I was told to call no one and to
a means of crossing this sea
that they could carry fantastically large cargoes in
rules out the sort of inquiry to which Barth is opposed. Yet is
We like each other sober. Let's resist.

That was fun - just like William Burroughs (minus the horror and homoeroticism). Or maybe it's more like spam trying to sneak through mail filters. It also shows that I don't keep my books in any sort of order.
( For the curious, here are the books )