I do not trust the memory. Imaginings too easily become memories, memories imaginings. - Ian McDonald

It was not socialism or communism or Islamism. It was romanticism. There is no more incandescent passion than love in a time of revolution.

Only miscalculation could kill you in interstellar war. The equations were hard but they were fair.

She knew what she was now. She had a purpose. Freedom was still hers, but it was a purposeful freedom. She would seek responsibility, for freedom without responsibility was worthless, and to that duality she would add power, for responsibility without power was impotence. She would go to Wisdom and enthrone the trinity of liberties within herself.