Love Isn't Sensible, Red. I Think That's

We All Make Mistakes At Some Time In Our Lives, Some More Than Others. It Is Only When The Cost Is Counted In Human Lives That People Really Take Notice.

There Is A Certain Degree Of Steampunkishness That Creeps Into My Books.

Maybe Those Sorts Of Yes-or-no Life-and-death Decisions Are Easier To Make Because They Are So Black And White. I Can Cope With Them Because It's Easier. Human Emotions, Well. . .they're Just A Fathomless Collection Of Grays And I Don't Do So Well On The Midtones.

I've Got Six Months To Sort Out The Hackers, Get The Japanese Knotweed Under Control And Find An Acceptable Form Of Narcissus.

The Industrial Age Had Only Just Begun; The Planet Had Reached Its Best Before Date.