The real world is devoid of narratives, after all. Narratives are just a thing that our brains do with facts in order to draw a line around the incomprehensible largeness of reality and wrestle it into something learnable and manipulable. Existence is devoid of plot, theme, and most of all moral.

Nothing stands for content-free corporate bullshit quite like PowerPoint. And that's just scratching the surface.

Personal pride is probably a bad guide to merit.

The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.

Publishing is the final step in making a book; if I was afraid to publish one, I wouldn't write it in the first place.

Speech recognition is utterly crap for writing fiction. If you try reading a novel aloud you'll soon figure out why - written prose style is utterly unlike the spoken word.

Life begets intelligence, intelligence begets smart matter and a singularity.