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

We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.

I like fast plots with things that explode.

We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your potential fully upon it.

Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.

The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.

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