That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.

Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.

If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it

Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.

You must remember that the common criminal will always join the armed forces for, if nothing else, regular meals and expert training in the use of guns.

There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long— PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.

Cheap! But not as cheap as your girlfriend.