I have the death sentence in seven genres.

You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.

There is a certain degree of steampunkishness that creeps into my books.

Social mores change with time, like fashion - who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become "abominations," although I'm not sure recycling one's aunt will ever truly catch on.

…Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently? What do you mean, odd?' Unusual. Deviating from the customary. Something outside the usual parameters of normalcy. An occurrence of unprecedented weird.

I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

Anything devised by man has bureaucracy, corrpution and error hardwired at inception.