I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
If you scatter thorns, don't go barefoot.