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

I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice.

I'm a very friendly socialist.

Books are always obviously having conversations with other books, and some times they're amiable and sometimes not.

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

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

Any moment called NOW is always full of possibles.