The human species was given dominion over the earth and took the opportunity to exterminate other species and warm the atmosphere and generally ruin things in its own image, but it paid this price for its privileges: that the finite and specific animal body of this species contained a brain capable of conceiving the infinite and wishing to be infinite itself.

It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.

It's healthy to say uncle when your bone's about to break.

Imagine that human existence is defined by an Ache: the Ache of our not being, each of us, the center of the universe; of our desires forever outnumbering our means of satisfying them.

Fiction that isn't an author's personal adventure into the frightening or the unknown isn't worth writing for anything but money.

It took hours to turn the clock back 30 seconds.

Being dead's only a problem if you know you're dead, which you never do because you're dead!