The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with we

don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to— but i am not speaking to you.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

people say life is

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name.

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it.I never dared.

So. Monday. We meet again.We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

To become a king of that territory, you must not allow any of your time pass without converting it into building your skills in that area of life.

Caelfel squared her shoulders. “I’m not afraid.”Geri turned away. “Good, because if you were, you are definitely in the wrong place.

Think positive, Act positive.

You are walking on thin ice - the ice of what remains of the trust between us - carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.

The note is the same, I fancy, be the octave high or low.

Participatory complexity may well be the key descriptor of the 21st century - in our economies, in our politics, and in our everyday lives.

Language changes and moves in a different direction evolving all the time. Where a lot of people see deterioration, I see expressive development

Only some ghastly dehumanised moron would want to get rid of the Routemaster.

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

Madness is no madness when shared.