“ He had performed this ritual before, getting into trouble and then coming to his mother, uneasy and uncertain, not sure precisely what sort of trouble he was in. With uncanny regularity, she had seeme… Greg Bear
“ He held her hand and shook his head. "They're inside, part of us by now. They are us. Where can we escape? Greg Bear
“ Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again. Greg Bear
