In the end, living is defined by dying.

In the end, living is defined by dying. Book-ended by oblivion, we are caught in the vice of terror, squeezed to bursting by the approaching end. Fear is ever-present, waiting to be called to the surface. Change brought fear, and fear brought destruction.

The only thing binding individuals together is ideas. Ideas mutate and spread; they change their hosts as much as their hosts change them.

I write with teenagers in mind.

Which came first, the mind or the idea of the mind? Have you never wondered? They arrived together. The mind is an idea.

Consciousness is the feel of accessing memory.

A society that fears knowledge is a society that fears itself.