If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.

I am not a saint or a cripple, I am not a wound; now I will see whether I am a coward.

Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?

Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.

Science fiction went through a period that was mostly object-oriented or inventions for distant galaxies.But when we cracked the genetic DNA code, opened the big Pandora's box, and it really did become possible to produce chimeras, my ears shot up.