I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.

I think calling it climate change is rather limiting. I would rather call it the everything change.

There's nothing like a shovel full of dirt to encourage literacy.

Canada was built on dead beavers.

I have a big following among the biogeeks of this world. Nobody ever puts them in books.

What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. But I leave myself in your hands. What choice do I have? By the time you read this last page, that- if anywhere- is the only place I will be.

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.