Enoch...why are you here? Why has my spirit been incarnated into a physical bodi in this world generally? Or specifically, why am I here in a Swedish forest, standing on the wreck of a mysterious German rocket plane while a homosexual German sobs over the cremated remains of his Italian lover?

All people have religions. It's like we have religion receptors built into our brain cells, or something, and we'll latch onto anything that'll fill that niche for us.

I actually don't think that there is a connection between the survival instinct and a hunger for immortality.

Boredom is a mask frustration wears.

The story is everything, so it always begins with a story.And research is a kind of scaffolding built underneath the story as I go along. My enjoyment level varies, but in general, I'm writing about topics I find interesting, so I can't gripe too much.

Clearly Mr. Drkh has had a long career of being the weirdest person in any given room, but he's about to go down in flames.

If the Coastal Republic had believed in the existence of virtue, it could at least have aspired to hypocrisy.