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.

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

To take the choice of another ... to forget their concrete reality, to abstract them, to forget that you are a node in a matrix, that actions have consequences. We must not take the choice of another being. What is community but a means to ... for all we individuals to have ... our choices.

My job is not to try to give readers what they want but to try to make readers want what I give.

I'd never been to a science-fiction convention until I became a professional writer.

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

London is an endless skirmish between angles and emptiness.