If They Asked How I Died Tell

Science Casts A Long Black Shadow Back Over Who We Think We Are, And Where It Falls The Temperature Falls With It. Its Touch Is Chilly And Unforgiving.

I Have So Little Patience With The Whole Y.a. Book Thing. As Far As I'm Concerned, You Either Read Books For Children Or You Read Books For Adults.

I've Been Accused Countless Times Of Writing Gloomy Futures. But To Me, The Texture Of My Sci-fi Just Feels Like An Extrapolation Of Current Trends.

Evolutionary Theory Informs Our Understanding Of Some Frankly Inexcusable Social Behavior And Renders It Perfectly Normal.

Take What Is Offered And That Must Sometimes Be Enough.