I Think By Definition You Need To

A Weapon Is A Tool," She Repeated, A Little Breathlessly. "a Tool For Killing And Destroying. And There Will Be Times When, As An Envoy, You Must Kill And Destroy. Then You Will Choose And Equip Yourself With The Tools That You Need. But Remember The Weakness Of Weapons. They Are An Extension--you Are The Killer And Destroyer. You Are Whole, With Or Without Them.

When A Man You Know To Be Of Sound Mind Tells You His Recently Deceased Mother Has Just Tried To Climb In His Bedroom Window And Eat Him, You Only Have Two Basic Options. You Can Smell His Breath, Take His Pulse And Check His Pupils To See If He's Ingested Anything Nasty, Or You Can Believe Him.

In The Future, Maybe Quantum Mechanics Will Teach Us Something Equally Chilling About Exactly How We Exist From Moment To Moment Of What We Like To Think Of As Time.

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.

For All That We Have Done, As A Civilization, As Individuals, The Universe Is Not Stable, And Nor Is Any Single Thing Within It. Stars Consume Themselves, The Universe Itself Rushes Apart, And We Ourselves Are Composed Of Matter In Constant Flux. Colonies Of Cells In Temporary Alliance, Replicating And Decaying And Housed Within, An Incandescent Cloud Of Electrical Impulse And Precariously Stacked Carbon Code Memory. This Is Reality, This Is Self Knowledge, And The Perception Of It Will, Of Course, Make You Dizzy.