Time, you'll be pleased to know--and since one must start somewhere--was created in creation. The question What was there before creation? is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

You love life because life's all there is.

Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

If Im going to invest the time in a novel, I want something more than the entertainment you get out of most genre fiction.