As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

A dead afternoon in a dark bar was not the worst of fates.

There are no amateurs in the world of children.

It's my contention that each book creates its own structure and its own length. I've written three or four slim books. It may be that the next novel is a big one, but I don't know.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)