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.

This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.

It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul.

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

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

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.