None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.
Catherine FisherHe had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.
Catherine FisherWe are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can’t read, where the scientific advances of the ages are the preserve of the rich, where artists and poets are doomed to endless repetitions and sterile reworking of past masterpieces. Nothing is new. New does not exist. Nothing changes, nothing grows, evolves, develops. Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden
Catherine Fisher