Environmental science is telling us a lot about our future and what it could look like, whether we're talking about global warming (the current poste….

Debts are a heavy burden. Throw them off, and you walk free..

No one else noticed, or cared. It was just something they did. Taking other people’s livestock. Other people’s lives. She watched the soldiers, hatin….

Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?.

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out..

Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fict….

Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side..

All life produces waste. The act of living produces costs, hazards and disposal questions, and so the (Environment) Ministry has found itself in the ….

It's still a load. If there was balance, the soldier boys would all be dead, and we'd be sitting pretty in the middle of the Drowned Cities, shipping….

The more you read about and immerse in a culture, the more it comes alive, and the more textured and nuanced and detailed and unstereotypable it beco….

Nothing so mystical. Human beings hunger for killing, that is all. It only takes a few politicians to stoke division, or a few demagogues encouraging….

We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only di….

When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by..

She’d survived the Drowned Cities because she wasn’t anything like Mouse. When the bullets started flying and warlords started making examples of pea….

Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power..

If I cared for human approval, I would have been dead long ago..

The future looks a bit bleak to me..

I like fast plots with things that explode..

Food should come from the place of its origin, and stay there. It shouldn't spend its time crisscrossing the globe for the sake of profit..

Sex and hypocrisy. They go together like coffee and cream..

She smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care..