Write even when the world is chaotic. You don’t need a cigarette, silence, music, a comfortable chair, or inner peace to write. You just need ten minutes and a writing implement.

I can't go underground for a year, ten years, my whole life, waiting for freedom to be handed to me. Freedom is something you have to take for yourself.

We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.

The first casualty of any battle is the plan of attack.

It's part of a cycle of stories I'm writing where I deconstruct classic science fiction.

The companies are multinational--why should labor still stick to borders?

Giant letters march across the dome of the sky: HOME NOT FOUND. Huw, who knows Comic Sans when she sees it, winces in mild disgust.