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I likes me some 'Shit Blows Up' fiction, don't get me wrong.

Find the truth and spread the lie.

I kissed the boys and made them cry ... in ecstasy.

So they watch over us like gods of old. Our patron sinners.

She has to be written out of history and written into myth.

The crescent sun is high, the moon low;
life is not for the faint-hearted;
so why the fuck should art be?

For some the label sci-fi is just a shortand for science fiction, an alternative to sf gesturing at ... you know, that stuff we like.

Soylent Brown? It ain't people, but it comes from them.

AI will begin as Artificial Idiocy. Who cares if a computer can play chess or take control of cyberspace? Can it trash Tokyo, huh, huh?

Cause what do groanhuffs know? All's they've done is heard our tales and passed em along in a game of Chinese Whispers, getting em all mixed up, like.

One can revise the rules, shift the goal posts, but to do so is just to conjure a chimera and mask it as a novum.

Losing maturity in one's fiction for the sake of marvels and monsters can also mean losing propriety, and that's not always a bad thing.

So the question is ... You wanna be a Scruffian or not?

Fuck the epistemic modality; this is alethic modality we're talking now, not factuality but possibility.

Fuck, if only 'aesthetic idiom' didn't sound so damn poncy.

Every epic, my friend Jack used to say, should start with a burning map.

All prejudice presents itself as piety, propriety.

For many readers, writers, editors and agents ... pretty much the working (in)definition: SF is short for So Fuck?

The Book does not play James Joyce with the Universe.

Popular and unpopular don't necessarily map to shit and shinola, of course.

Prejudice validates itself as righteous abhorrence of the criminally deviant. So Christian homophobia is just a metonym of that abjection in general.

In a spectaculist fabrication, the cardinal rule is Shit Blows Up.

All worlds of fiction are alternative realities.

Brain out, sponge in' fiction.

Where names of people or places would mean little to a contemporary reader, I figured "translation errors" could create interesting new meanings.

The quirky flavourings of the idiosyncratic ideologue ultimately drowned in the ketchup of redheaded twins and nipples that go spung.

In the ghetto of Genre, anything goes, man. When you live in the gutter it doesn't matter if you're filthy. In theory anyway.

It's the doors that make a prison, he says, not the walls. The doors you don't even try to open.

Civility and etiquette, gentlemen, are all important.

Hope is determination, you think. Hope is desperation. Hope is a yearning you can't deny. And hope is just plain old-fashioned insanity.

Jack in and jerk off, kid! You too can save the world ... from those evil, bug-eyed commies from space!

Destiny can sometimes be history coming back to bite you in the arse.

Words command us. Names define us. Definitions bind us. Words are where we keep our sacred secrets.

Ray Bradbury's entire oeuvre exemplifies the crumbling of SCIENCE FICTION into the open interplay of science fiction, fantasy and horror.

The conflict between pacifism and socialism ultimately reflects a greater quandary of how one engages with such a system.