I think that the massive, overarching, interconnected systems of technology tend to make us a little insecure, somewhat pliable, and susceptible to half-beliefs.

Technology is lust removed from nature.

A novel determines its own size and shape and I've never tried to stretch an idea beyond the frame and structure it seemed to require.

Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing.

Time is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find... The future becomes insistent.

It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.