A few mad exaggerations, alright, within a couple of days: swear to fucking god, they were like throwing grenades and pulling out all kinds of crazy knacker, it was out of control. Whatever. As if the story, if big enough, reflected glory on the teller.

— China Miéville

A mile below the lowest cloud, rock breaches water and the sea begins. It has been given many names. Each inlet and bay and stream has been classified as if it were discrete. But it is one thing, where borders are absurd. It fills the space between stones and sand, curling around coastlines and filling trenches between the continents.

— China Miéville

A promise fulfilled may be a classic moment, but prophecies mean anticlimax. How much more awesome was an unexpected salvation?

— China Miéville

Art is something you choose to make... it's a bringing together of... of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more Henri, whatever. More of a person.

— China Miéville

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

— China Miéville

A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge.

— China Miéville

Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.

— China Miéville

Books are always obviously having conversations with other books, and sometimes they're amiable and sometimes not.

— China Miéville

But this was not quite the right kraken apocalypse.

— China Miéville

Dark came early and stayed full of lights and the shouts of children.

— China Miéville