Unsong teaches that the only force strong enough to pull a messiah into hell is his wife.

When I walked outside today, the sun's rays fell upon me and my skin glistened like that of a vampire from Twilight.

Don't mind my speaking in tongues; I'm just enumerating the names of god.

Hands kneading my touch-starved flesh, little pokes elating pressure points, serenity washing away tension, I got a massage today.

bifurcation breaks stagnation

Curiosity killed the cat, but fortunately it had nine lives.

I do not believe in arbitrary limits. There is no largest set.

X is purgatory.