For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.

I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.

I hadn't given much thought to the prospect of a Hugo nomination at the time it happened, but obviously once you're nominated, winning one seems a bit less far-fetched than before.

For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.

Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

Screw every known human culture.