A Lot Of Geeks Are Pale, Bespectacled,

People Have Wanted To Narrate Since First We Banged Rocks Together & Wondered About Fire. There’ll Be Tellings As Long As There Are Any Of Us Here, Until The Stars Disappear One By One Like Turned-out Lights.

Loads Of Children Read Books About Dinosaurs, Underwater Monsters, Dragons, Witches, Aliens, And Robots. Essentially, The People Who Read Sf, Fantasy And Horror Haven't Grown Out Of Enjoying The Strange And Weird.

In The Deepest Places, Where Physical Norms Collapse Under The Crushing Water, Bodies Still Fall Softly Through The Dark, Days After Their Vessels Have Capsized. They Decay On Their Long Journey Down. Nothing Will Hit The Black Sand At The Bottom Of The World But Algae-covered Bones.

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

Kraken' Is A Very Undisciplined Book. That's A Gamble. If It Doesn't Come Off, It's Disastrous. But There Are Pleasures, I Think, To A Meandering Lack Of Discipline That You Can't Get The Other Way, And Vice Versa.