Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

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

I was horrified in high school by the fate of the hanged maids at the end of the Odyssey; it seemed unfair to me, even then.

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

...and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.

I think calling it climate change is rather limiting. I would rather call it the everything change.