This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds.

Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.

Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.

Very little in science fiction can transcend the gimmickry of a technical conceit, yet without that conceit at its heart a book is not truly science fiction. Furthermore, so little emerging thought and technology is employed by sf writers today that the genre is lagging far behind reality both in the cosmology area and the technology area: sf is no longer a place to experiment, but is now very derivative.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.