I'm very happy that the New York Times has spoken well of my stuff; who wouldn't be? But it's not a choice I made.

There are readers who want every point to be clearly and unambiguously set forth, and there are those who want to pry ideas and meanings out for themselves.

At one point I intended to write precursor and sequel novels, about the establishment of the Web and its next evolution, but I am very unlikely to now; they would take place in a different universe.

I long for the simplicity of theatre. I want lessons learned, comeuppances delivered, people sorted out, all before your bladder gets distractingly full. That's what I want. What I know is what we all know, whether we'll admit it or not: every attempt to impose the roundness of a well-made play on reality produces a disaster. Life just isn't so, nor will it be made so.

There are people who believe in an absolutely transparent prose; with every respect for clarity of expression, I don't.

We're not lost. We're locationally challenged

I'm very happy that the New York Times has spoken well of my stuff; who wouldn't be? But it's not a choice I made.