We can be the new brand of self-extincting dinosaurs or we can evolve.
I usually tame my off-kilter sense of humor for novels.
Our ability to turn off empathy for specific kinds of humans and then use faulty logic to justify our beliefs is messily sociopathic.
The world is fine. Our place on it is precarious.
I don't see the point of pretending we're clones.
Once your writing is out there, you can't control how other people perceive it. All you can do is stand in your truth.