The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.

What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.

So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used to be an inmate. Repeat offender. Crimes against my body. Puking sickness followed by heroin, which led to more puking sickness." I'd be surprised at her forthrightness, but that's addicts for you. The twelve steps crack 'em open and then they can't shut up.

World needs more angels, even plywood ones.

There are only so many plots in the world. It's how they unfold that makes them interesting.

Can't reinvent the wheel. But you can put your own spin on it.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting