When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

The short stories tend to be a journalistic gathering of anecdotes that are put together to make something larger.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

In light this bright, after so long in the dark, everything we can see is only black and white. Only glaring shape-outlines we have to blink against.