Originality irritates so obscurely that people may have to evolve to scratch it.

Biting enemies seems to be acceptable in a surprisingly narrow range of circumstances, or so a ninja shouted at me once

One golfer a year is hit by lightning. This may be the only evidence we have of God's existence.

Since childhood I’d been suspected of imagination

Originality irritates so obscurely that people may have to evolve to scratch it.

From space this Earth is incandescent with abominations - the gods write their signature in our entrails

A key and a strangler - this is all a simple tale requires.