Colin's Skin Was Alive With The Feeling

The Pleasure Isn't In Doing The Thing, The Pleasure Is In Planning It.

The Urge To Make Art Or Contemplate Philosophy Does Not Go Away When You Are Sick. Those Urges Just Become Transfigured By Illness.

But Even If We Survive The Collapse Of Our Sun, We Will Not Survive Forever.

Neither Novels Or Their Readers Benefit From Any Attempts To Divine Whether Any Facts Hide Inside A Story. Such Efforts Attack The Very Idea That Made-up Stories Can Matter, Which Is Sort Of The Foundational Assumption Of Our Species.

And I Don’t Blame Him. I Don’t Even Trust Me.