If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.

I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

I differ with myself then agree, like the rock that was broken and cemented together. I change my opinion.

Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk, interrupting the grammar of the sky, with me sitting below it like a footnote.

No one ever got into science fiction for the sex or prestige. They got into it because they love it.

In every book I write, I try to name-check the most prominent influences, or the most prominent conscious influences.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.