Unbound

Those forced to make impossible choices are rarely loved. If it’s approval and reputation you care about, then you have no place here.

In short, Fahrenheit 451 was never meant to be an instruction manual.

The hotel offered a complimentary continental breakfast. My first thought upon seeing it was rather less than complimentary.

“This is the worst excess of conjecture and wishful thinking,” snapped Jackson. “We don’t know if Isaac is capable of any of this.”

“He believes he is,” said Bi Wei.

“I once met a woman who believed she was abducted by aliens who looked like the Teletubbies,” Jackson shot back. “That doesn’t make it true.”

I had said before that all stories were magic. It had never occurred to me that all magic was stories.

Modern fantasy is little more than juvenile escapism and anachronistic longing for a time that never existed. I’ve never understood the appeal.