I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

Our problem right now is that we're so specialized that if the lights go out, there are a huge number of people who are not going to know what to do. But within every dystopia there's a little utopia.

The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives.

We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.

I'm with the spirit of Earth-Day-yet-to-come. Nobody can really predict the future, all you can do is look at trends, and that could change at any moment.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.