Evolution can't be predicted, Julian used to tell me; it's a scattershot business; it fires, but it doesn't aim.

I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.

Average people seldom talked about anything interesting and often hurt each other savagely.

What had been released into the desert vacuum and starry oases of the galaxy was the inexorable logic of reproduction and natural selection. What followed was parasitism, predation, symbiosis, interdependency chaos, complexity, life.

If I am an agnostic, Calyxa, it's because I'm also a realist.

Goddamn you," Jacob said. "There's no damnation, Jacob. No Heaven but the forest and no God but the hive.

Does it strike you, Mr. Keller, that we live every day in the science fiction of our youth?