In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go figure.

We are all eaters of souls.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

I knew that I wanted to be a writer even before I knew exactly what being a writer entailed

Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way -- like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.

If our god's work is to be done in our time, we must do it ourselves.

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer