It may be far in the future, but there's some kind of logical way to get from where we are to where the science fiction is.

Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.

No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.

There is simple ignorance, not knowing, and willful ignorance that refuses to know, that covers the light of knowledge with the dark blanket of bias.

Having a mother who had been an aeronautical engineer convinced me that more things should be open to women.

People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.

I used to not back down from a challenge.