It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.

I never say I'm an "ist" of any kind unless I know how the other person is defining it.

Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.

The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others.

The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil

If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns, breakdown of social order, water shortages, and outbreaks of bloodshed and disease.