There is only one genre in fiction, the genre is called book.

This was, I would later realise, a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

Advice for a human 86. To like something is to insult it. Love it or hate it. Be passionate. As civilisation advances, so does indifference. It is a disease. Immunize yourself with art. And love.

Beauty breeds beauty, truth triggers truth. The cure for writer's block is therefore to read.

And how could I believe that Australian wine was automatically inferior to wine sourced from other regions on the planet when I had never drunk anything but liquid nitrogen?

Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can't escape from.

If you think something is ugly, look harder. Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.