A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died

I Think There's Something Quite Interesting About The Almost Tragic Quality Of A Lot Of Overwrought Prose, Because It Has A Much More Self-conscious Awareness Of Its Own Failure To Touch The Real.

You Can't See The Future, There's No Such Thing. It's All Bets. You'll Never Get The Same Answer From Two Seers. But That Doesn't Mean Either Of Them's Wrong.

Kraken' Is A Very Undisciplined Book. That's A Gamble. If It Doesn't Come Off, It's Disastrous. But There Are Pleasures, I Think, To A Meandering Lack Of Discipline That You Can't Get The Other Way, And Vice Versa.

One Of The Things That I Love So Much About Fantasy And Science Fiction Is That The Weirdness That It Creates Is Always At Its Best Completely Its Own End And Also Metaphorically And Symbolically Laden.

My Sustenance Is Information. My Interventions Are Hidden. I Increase As I Learn. I Compute, So I Am.