I'm a very friendly socialist.

A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge.

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

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

So long as it fated, fate didn't care what it fated.

I remember vividly what it's like to read as a 10-year-old - that passionate inhabiting of a book.

Any moment called NOW is always full of possibles.