If you disagree with your government, that's political. If you disagree with your government that is approaching theocracy, then you're evil.

Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I'm afraid, not because there's someone in the room, in the dark, in the bed, but because there isn't. I'm afraid of the emptiness, which lies beside me like a corpse.

It's rather useless to write a gripping narrative with nothing in it but climate change because novels are always about people even if they purport to be about rabbits or robots.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.

This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.

Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.