Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.
I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.
No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.
Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century.
Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.
Mathematics catalogues everything that is not self-contradictory; within that vast inventory, physics is an island of structures rich enough to contain their own beholders.