Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need...

My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start,So if I’m treated like a criminal I might as well play the part.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

The code of the con is to know just enough about everything so you can lie about anything.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

Then there is the cosmologist, who views himself as nothing but a manipulation of atoms; his mind configured out of randomness into the tool a vast, blind universe might use to perceive itself. If this...

The prisoner of doubt ends his stint [through suicide], released to the custody of that final question mark which punctuates every life sentence.

One makes his own meanings as the counterfeiter prints his own money: both know full well that the value of either rests solely in the gullibility of its recipient…