Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.

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

It's still a load. If there was balance, the soldier boys would all be dead, and we'd be sitting pretty in the middle of the Drowned Cities, shipping marble and steel and copper and getting paid Red Chinese for every kilo. We'd be rich and they'd be dead, if there was such a thing as the Scavenge God, or his scales. And that goes double for the Deepwater priests. They're all full of it. Nothing balances out.

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.

Take three different Thai writers and ask them to extrapolate their county's future, and one hopes that you'll get three very different - but all deeply honest - versions.

Most of the news about the state of the environment is pretty ugly. This is frightening for me personally, but actually motivational for me artistically.

The future looks a bit bleak to me.