We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

All your tomorrows start here.

I really like being able to laugh at my own jokes.

All good technology should be used to piss off people's parents.

Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.

A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.