All medical men are voyeurs. Why else would they become doctors? Except for the sadists, of course, who simply enjoy the blood and the pain.
You’ve made her so beautiful; when she’s come to take your life away.
Things change all the time; but how much of it is real? Does any choice any of us ever makes, no matter how important it seems, really cause a ripple in the greater scheme of things?
Yes, she made me love her. But she didn’t mean to. She took by giving... and that makes all the difference.
Maybe everything we do is meaningless. But we have to try, don’t we? We have to go on looking for justice... and settling for revenge.
Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.
Throughout the ages, stories with certain basic themes have recurred over and over, in widely disparate cultures; emerging like the goddess Venus from the sea of our unconscious.
Each time, storytellers clothed the naked body of the myth in their own traditions, so that listeners could relate more easily to its deeper meaning.
A clear conscience is generally the result of a faulty memory, not a faulty life.
Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.
But our society does not grant nontraditional forms of intelligence equal recognition, no matter how much it would help us get along or truly enrich our lives.
Besides, wouldn’t it be wonderful if no one ever had to worry about the random cruelty of fatal illness or the woes of old age attacking them or their loved ones?
Beyond that, I seem to be compelled to write science fiction, rather than fantasy or mysteries or some other genre more likely to climb onto bestseller lists even though I enjoy reading a wide variety of literature, both fiction and nonfiction.
Here was a fragment of Goddess myth that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its head. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of novel I wanted to write.
Humans are upsetting a fragile balance that their own human ancestors established.
Humans may be the only creatures on Earth who spend significant time thinking about the fact that someday their lives will end.
I was thinking about what I wanted to write next, after my first novel, and had decided that I wanted to write a story with a lot of strong female characters in it.
Moon is also a naive native girl when she sets out for Carbuncle.