For every path you choose, there is another you must abandon, usually forever.

The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight.

What I do not want to write is didactic political tracts.

A clear conscience is generally the result of a faulty memory, not a faulty life.

Humans are upsetting a fragile balance that their own human ancestors established.

Perhaps the thing that makes humans truly unique on Earth is that we are never satisfied with our situation; maybe that is what's taken us so far.

Here was a fragment of Goddess myth that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its head. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of novel I wanted to write.