Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

Personally I don't like it when writers become excessively proscriptive about the way that people read their books.

I'm a science fiction and fantasy geek.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

Anything for gold and experience.

Someone came in all Starfleet badges today. Not on my shift, sadly.' 'Fascist,' Leon had said. 'Why are you so prejudiced against nerds?' 'Please,' Billy said. 'That would be a bit self-hating, wouldn't it?' 'Yeah, but you pass. You're like, you're in deep cover,' Leon said. 'You can sneak out of the nerd ghetto and hide the badge and bring back food and clothes and word of the outside world.