On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.

If we spend all our time gazing at the wonders ahead without remembering where we're standing right now, we're going to trip and fall flat on our face, over and over again.

Diaspora starts about a thousand years from now. Most of human civilisation has moved inside computers; essentially, a major branch of our descendants consists of conscious software.

Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.

Australian SF book publishing has undergone a boom recently, and sometimes it's easier for new writers to sell a book to a local publisher first, which then makes a US edition more likely.