If They Asked How I Died Tell

Culture Is Like A Smog. To Live Within It, You Must Breathe Some Of It In And, Inevitably, Be Contaminated.

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

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.

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.

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.