Unfettered is an anthology filled with magic, wonderment, and hope. It is more than it’s combined stories, though. It is the power of friendship. Of giving. Of a science-fiction and fantasy community that protects its...

That was asking a lot of my readers, I realized, but I was trying to write the novel I would most enjoy decoding.

Mankind without Earth is Humanity without a Home

I have zero respect for knowledge, that’s what computers are for. Imagination is the kicker because imagination can extrapolate, create and solve, Knowledge is just facts and shit. Mostly irrelevant.”Kego O’Grady in The Navigator By...

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.

A machine does not care

I have never met a person who possessed a privilege who did not exercise that privilege to the fullest extent that they possibly could. Say what you like of a belief…of a party…of a finance...

The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you’ re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens...

My name also is Ransom,” said the Voice.

She liked who she was becoming, despite the pain and frustration it brought.

Magic is magic as long as humans can explain it logically!

You couldn’t beat the crap out of a dirty diaper!”He embraced his only daughter as if she was deploying to Iraq.She was hotter than a Class 4 solar flare! If sex was a weapon, then...

The seeking of a mate shall be undertaken with due preparation and care. A life-bond should never be contemplated as a light thing–unlike a legal union or sanctified joining, the sealing of souls CANNOT be...

You talk as if a god had made the Machine,” cried the other. “I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men....

Mr Baley”, said Quemot, “you can’t treat human emotions as though they were built about a positronic brain”.”I’m not saying you can. Robotics is a deductive science and sociology an inductive one. But mathematics can...

Oh, hell, no. I’m insane, but that would be nuts.

This is the fiction that I’m referring to as rhapsody, this stitching of mimetic representation, oneiric imagery, ludic rules, allegoric morals, satiric critique and diegetic story into complex quiltings of narrative.

Don’t blame you,” said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

We got places to go, people to meet, and things to blow up!That needs to be cross-stiched on a pillow

And so it goes. And so it goes. And so it goes. And so it goes goes goes goes goes tick tock tick tock tick tock and one day we no longer let time serve...

For the first time in his life, Michael understood why real soldiers coming back from real wars often had a hard time getting over the things they’d seen and done. And had done to them....

Alone for a few precious seconds, he drew in a deep breath. He stood on a ruined street in a ruined city. Destruction stretched for kilometers in every direction, all caused by a single man...

Above the curving arc of the planet, a mammoth explosion plumed crimson and charcoal then erupted in a starburst of crystaline white which for a microsecond shone brighter than a sun. For the briefest moment...

The finest SF comes to grips with life’s mysteries, with our resentments against our own natures and our limited societies. It does so by asking basic questions in the artful, liberating way that is unique...

The Deepest Night*As we layasleep within our suspended animationchambers – living coffinsour thoughts chase each other as theyentwine togetherWith our bodiesseparated by a transparent aluminum partitionour minds connectedtelepathically hug and kiss as we continue tolove...

But Mother, I don’t want to go. It’s just that…I have to. I can’t spend the rest of my life hiding in the attic.[…]I don’t want to be a burden[…]I want to do something with...

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much...

I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn’t be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone.

Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.

Most countries are static, all they need to do is keep having babies. But America’s like this big old clanking smoking machine that just lumbers across the landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight.

What had she been thinking, suggesting to Alicia, of all people, that a time-travel app was the solution to the problems of women in poverty? ‘Are you talking about my community? You didn’t even think...

A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she looked like, all sharp lines and huge silver-grey eyes? Certainly, no...

… we have created a man with not one brain but two. … This new brain is intended to control the biological brain. … The patient’s biological brain is the peripheral terminal — the only...

Humans were still not only the cheapest robots around, but also, for many tasks, the only robots that could do the job. They were self-reproducing robots too. They showed up and worked generation after generation;...

Without ethics, science would be cruelty.

Heaven is not as narrowly literal-minded as hell.

Intense sunlight rained down on a half-submerged city. Waves crashed between buildings that stood like waterlogged tombstones. Skyscrapers of smashed glass and twisted rusting metal jutted from the churning swell as islands of broken dreams....

Science fiction is the most important literature in the history of the world, because it’s the history of ideas, the history of our civilization birthing itself. …Science fiction is central to everything we’ve ever done,...

Life is a sewer and we are all but swimmers within it. Smart people do the backstroke. (In other words you gotta have a giggle.)

Science fiction isn’t just thinking about the world out there. It’s also thinking about how that world might be—a particularly important exercise for those who are oppressed, because if they’re going to change the world...

Space, as you can see, is a complete void, nothing but clear air, without solid objects or the illumination of light. On some of our photographs of space, however, studied close to, even without a...

God’s M.O., he reflected, is to transmute evil into good. If He is active here, He is doing that now, although our eyes can’t perceive it; the process lies hidden beneath the surface of reality,...

Sairin bana siirinde okudugu Troya’nin dususu hikayesinde kralin kizi Cassandra olacaklari onceden goruyor ve Troyalıların buyuk atı sehre sokmalarını onlemeye calisiyor, ama onu kimse dinlemiyordu: Uzerrindeki lanetti bu, hakikati gorecek, bunu soyleyecek, ama onu kimse...

Death whispers your name to me.

Secrets, however long they are kept, usually still manage to be brought to light. The best you can hope for is that you’ll be in control of when a secret gets out, not if it...

[A] couple I had known – who were old friends – asked me what I was going to work on next. I told them I wanted to write a near future book about AIDS concentration...

In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along...

The art of fiction has not changed much since prehistoric times. The formula for telling a powerful story has remained the same: create a strong character, a person of great strengths, capable of deep emotions...

I’d rather be known as a freak than a science project.