No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned..

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer.

Love is nothing but lust misspelled..

I now understand the need for faith - pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith - as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a unive….

Context is to data what water is to a dolphin.

Once upon a time ... the only autonomous intelligences we humans knew of were us humans. We thought then that if humankind ever devised another intel….

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so brig….

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love..

A token of ecological awareness in a society devoted to self destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways..

To see and feel one's beloved naked for the first time is one of life's pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it….

Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter..

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have p….

In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and ….

The shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance..

Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become..

There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain..

If our god's work is to be done in our time, we must do it ourselves..

The love of violence is an aspect of our humanity. Even the weak wish to be strong primarily so they can wield the whip..

In such seconds of decision entire futures are made..

It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another..

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers..