A key and a strangler - this is all a simple tale requires.

Scientists used to do an experiment whereby a dog’s repeated reward for performing a task was unaccountably replaced by punishment. The dog, knowing it would be penalized for doing well or doing badly, would become melancholic and inactive. This and other unforeseeable results were funded by taxing up to sixty percent of people’s earnings. People became strangely melancholic and inactive

We have truth in order not to die of art.

Most books are so well written they barely have any effect on the reader’s senses

I knew books could see people around them, they ground their tiny teeth, tried to rattle like windows, stories to tell.

From space this Earth is incandescent with abominations - the gods write their signature in our entrails

Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I’m lying down and horizontally if I’m running

Since childhood I’d been suspected of imagination

Used a replica gun to steal a replica sportscar and experienced a replica of remorse

a story is ready when it falls from your face

I crept in to find my father with pennies on his eyes - and looking closer I saw they were made of foil-covered chocolate. Of course I stole and ate them. Magical guilt? Tell me about it

He had long been curious at leaders intermittent calls for a return to past values and had tested the notion by trying to build a house from the sky downwards

What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?