Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

As an experienced editor, I disapprove of flashbacks, foreshadowings, and tricksy devices; they belong in the 1980s with M.A.s in postmodernism and chaos theory.

If, by happiness, you mean the absence of adversity I and all fabricants are the happiest stratum in corpocracy as genomicists insist. However, if happiness means the conquest of adversity or a sense of purpose, or the xercise of one’s will to power, then of all Nea So Copros’s slaves we surely are the most miserable.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

As long as our civilisation keeps trundling along generally forwards, then there is the possibility of a future where ethnicity is merely an interesting badge, not a uniform you can't take off.

But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.

The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.