Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

If we try to deny the darkness in our souls then we'll become completely dark.

The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing - but when you're looking back ... well, it amounts to everything.

The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.