Everything has changed. I cannot be used anymore. Those days are over. I know too much. What I do now, I do for me.

I think science fiction is very bad at prediction.

I'm a science fiction and fantasy geek.

Any moment called NOW is always full of possibles.

There's plenty of stuff that I don't feel dissident about: I really like tea, I don't have any problem with that. I like lots of paintings.

The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.

I'll never be a minimalist. The fact that the prose is more tightly controlled doesn't for a minute mean that it's minimalist. I very much like arcane words and baroque sentence structure.