Things written down can cause a great deal of harm. All too often, people don't consider that.

Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment business. What voyeurs we have all become.

'1984' is not a wonder tale. Not only could it happen, but it has happened, but under different names.

Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas of life on earth.

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

Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected.

I don't think it's a question of whether you eat meat. It's a question of what kind of meat, and where it comes from.