science-fiction

I don't know if you've ever been covered head to toe in prickle bush, but let me tell you, it's not a pleasant experience, as I'm sure you can imagine.

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

The only wand you'll ever need is a better-feeling thought.

It gets kind of zen after awhile, life is a journey, time is a river, the door is ajar.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.

That's science fiction shit," "It's only fiction until science catches up.

Tragedy often gives birth to courage, it offers man a platform to change what will be."Eli Storm, Emanuel Stone And The Phoenix Shadow

Isn__ antimatter what fuels the U.S.S.Enterprise?

Everyone asks me how I got started into writing. I wish I had some cool story to tell, but the truth is pretty lame. My wife and I were having a drink on our back porch and I mentioned a concept I'd been mulling over. She suggested that I write it down, and so I figured I'd make a few notes and get it out of my system. No matter how I tried though, it just wouldn't let me write it in any other way than a story. Believe me when I say I tried, but 63,000 words later I realized that I needed a chart to track the plot and personas to maintain character consistency. So I just gave up and let it write itself from that point on. As far as I'm concerned at this point, I'm just hanging on and trying to keep up.

...Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

History is written by the survivors.

To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection, that morbidly exaggerated prying into one's own vitals__nd the vitals of others__hich Robinson Jeffers has so aptly symbolized as "incest." What we need is less "human interest," in the narrow sense of the term__ot more. Physiological__nd even psychological analysis__an be largely left to the writers of scientific monographs on such themes. Fiction, as I see it, is not the place for that sort of grubbing.

I likes me some __hit Blows Up_ fiction, don__ get me wrong.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. They stood like the naked pipes of a vast derelict calliope, their mouths cut into frantic vents. And now the great hand of mania descended upon one hundred-throated, unending scream.

Everyone will be tracked, cradle to grave, with no possibility of escape.

Science Fiction: Any scientific acclaim that omits God.

The epiphany machine will not discover anything about you that you do not, in some way, already know. But think for a moment about surprise. What is surprising is never what is revealed but the grace with which it has been hidden.