‘And so we exchange privacy for intimacy. We gamble with it, hoping that by exposing ourselves, someone will find a way in. This is why the human animal will always be vulnerable: because it wants...
—Max Barry
Over time, there would be less and less of him and more of the tumor. His brain was being eaten by God. He left the clinic in fine spirits. He had no intention of removing...
You went to school,” Lee said. “I mean, at some point. And it didn’t suit you very well. They wanted to teach you things you didn’t care about. Dates and math and trivia about dead...
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
—Dejan Stojanovic
What was it Like?””What was what like?” he said, although he knew.”Quick, I imagine. But you must have perceived something. A split second of vanishing awareness. A grasping at a shrinking light.” “It was like...
After all, when you come across the word prothalamium and find it means a preliminary nuptial song and a yaffle is a green woodpecker-well, I ask you! You cannot let matters rest there-or can you?...
—E. Norman
I had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which he used for a door, and it led out between trichotomy and trick. Now what...
—Janet Frame
She didn’t really enjoy reading but she liked how the books were clues. Each one a piece in a puzzle. Even when they didn’t fit together, they revealed a little more about what kind of...
What we’re doing, or, I should say, what you’re doing, since no one has taught me any good words, is dropping recipes into people’s brains to cause a neurochemical reaction to knock out the filters....
‘You can’t stop me. Your word voodoo, it doesn’t work on me. Right? So how do you think you’re going to-‘ Eliot produced a pistol. He didn’t seem to pull it from anywhere. He just...
‘Your brain doesn’t process language quite like other people. Why that is, I have no idea.’ ‘I have a superior brain?’ ‘Uh,’ Eliot said, ‘I wouldn’t go that far.’
Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.
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