Speculative Fiction Encompasses That Which We Could

You're Never Going To Kill Storytelling, Because It's Built Into The Human Plan. We Come With It.

Every Habit He's Ever Had Is Still There In His Body, Lying Dormant Like Flowers In The Desert. Given The Right Conditions, All His Old Addictions Would Burst Into Full And Luxuriant Bloom.

If We Were All On Trial For Our Thoughts, We Would All Be Hanged.

All Fat Women Look The Same; They All Look 42.

Gardening Is Not A Rational Act. What Matters Is The Immersion Of The Hands In The Earth, That Ancient Ceremony Of Which The Pope Kissingthe Tarmac Is Merely A Pallid Vestigial Remnant.