Part Of The Appeal Of The Fantastic

A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died On His Mouth Like A Fungus.

It Felt Like Being A Child Again, Though It Was Not. Being A Child Is Like Nothing. It's Only Being. Later, When We Think About It, We Make It Into Youth.

I'd Never Understood The Injunction Not To Regret Anything, Couldn't See How That Wasn't Cowardice.

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

Part Of The Appeal Of The Fantastic Is Taking Ridiculous Ideas Very Seriously And Pretending They're Not Absurd.