Remember the movements that don't look like moving.

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

Ever since I was two, I've loved octopuses, monsters, abandoned buildings.

Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?

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.

We would never call inexplicable little insights hunches, for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.

The reason that I like SF and fantasy and horror is that to me it's the pulp wing of surrealism. That's the aesthetic of undermining and creative alienation that I really go for.