It took hours to turn the clock back 30 seconds.

The world was ending then, it's ending still, and I'm happy to belong to it again.

Since our technology is really just an extension of ourselves, we don’t have to have contempt for its manipulability in the way we might with actual people. It’s all one big endless loop. We like the mirror and the mirror likes us. To friend a person is merely to include the person in our private hall of flattering mirrors.

Seriously, the world is changing so quickly that if you had any more than 80 years of change I don't see how you could stand it psychologically.

Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.

It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.

The writer’s life is a life of revisions.