Laws are a fine thing on paper, but painful when no bribery can ease their bind.

A desert's a stupid place to put a river.

Life is exponential. Two becomes four, becomes ten thousand, becomes a plague.

Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?

The surfeit of bad trends pushes me to set my stories in worlds which are often diminished versions of our own present.

It’s human nature to tear one another apart. Be glad you come from such a successful line of killers.

What I'm hoping to do though is to ground my extrapolations in specificity, and to make sure that the story I tell is deliberately and honestly told.