We should have just killed him, that's a lesson, don't get creative with revenge

Kraken' is a very undisciplined book. That's a gamble. If it doesn't come off, it's disastrous. But there are pleasures, I think, to a meandering lack of discipline that you can't get the other way, and vice versa.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.

My Google-fu is strong.

My parents were hippies, and the story is that they went through a dictionary looking for a beautiful word to name me. They nearly called me Banyan, but flipped a few pages on and reached "China," thankfully. The other reason they liked it is that "china" is Cockney rhyming slang for "mate." People say "my old china," meaning "my old mate," because "china plate" rhymes with "mate.

I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.