Literature is not only a mirror; it is a map, a geography of the mind.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives.

Anything that suffers and dies instead of us is Christ; if they didn't kill birds and fish they would have killed us. The animals die that we may live, they are substitute people, hunters in the fall killing the deer, that is Christ also. And we eat them, out of cans or otherwise; we are eaters of death, dead Christ-flesh resurrecting inside us, granting us life. Canned Spam, canned Jesus, even the plants must be Christ.

Speculative fiction encompasses that which we could actually do. Sci-fi is that which we're probably not going to see.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.