My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

It's just like Yeats said. In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise.

I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.

Nature is actually unnatural

If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.