Words command us. Names define us. Definitions bind us. Words are where we keep our sacred secrets. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“Susurrus whispers through the grass and gorse, godling of the Martian wind, gene-spliced tyke of Zephyros and Ares. His story needs no Ovid, tells… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“But the bigots always see those whom they hate as morally corrupt, as if they confuse their own aesthetics of disgust and fear with… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“Susurrus is a different kind of flirt though, fickle as a godling of wind can only be but light and warm as one father,… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
Where names of people or places would mean little to a contemporary reader, I figured "translation errors" could create interesting new meanings. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“One can revise the rules, shift the goal posts, but to do so is just to conjure a chimera and mask it as a… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
I'm sort of exploring where pacifism and socialism come into conflict. How do you reconcile a passionate rejection of might and violence with an… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
Prejudice validates itself as righteous abhorrence of the criminally deviant. So Christian homophobia is just a metonym of that abjection in general. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“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… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
The conflict between pacifism and socialism ultimately reflects a greater quandary of how one engages with such a system. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“For many readers, writers, editors and agents ... pretty much the working (in)definition: SF is short for So Fuck? ” — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
