My Problem Is That All Things Are

Damien Is A Friend. Their Boy-girl Lego Doesn't Click, He Would Say.

His Eyes Were Eggs Of Unstable Crystal, Vibrating With A Frequency Whose Name Was Rain And The Sound Of Trains, Suddenly Sprouting A Humming Forest Of Hair-fine Glass Spines.

I'm A Really Good Eavesdropper. I Listen To What People Say And Remember All The Buzzwords.

I Don't Begin A Novel With A Shopping List - The Novel Becomes My Shopping List As I Write It.

Some People Dote On Contemplating Disasters.