An attic's the afterlife of a house," said Otille, opening the door. "Or so my mother used to say. - Lucius Shepard

I yearned for that future. I wanted to live in the illusion that persuades us that true-life experience can be obtained on the Internet.

She went on to dismiss much of postmodernism as having “an overengineered archness” and, except for a few exemplary authors, being a refuge for those writers whose “disregard for traditional narrative (was) an attempt to disguise either their laziness or their inability to master it.”

Here was a beast for whom there could be no predator. What better definition of God is there than that?