Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.

There may not be one Truth - there may be several truths - but saying that is not to say that reality doesn't exist.

Not real can tell us about real.

You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.

Canada is a balloon-puncturing country. You are not really allowed to be an icon unless you also make an idiot of yourself.

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.