Many of the concepts we once thought belonged to speculation or science fiction are now part of our understood reality.

I just write what I want to read, and sometimes keeping it interesting means adding one more element that ends up adding another year to the work.

Science is claiming ever more ground from popular stories of the kind we thought we weren't to believe in.

The real past can traumatize us, but so can the real future.

We can't write a serious novel in the 21st century without acknowledging the inescapable self-awareness we're stuck with. The idea we're surrounded by falsehoods and lies. It's hard for the thinking person to believe in narratives. And yet we want some place to invest our belief.

Paranoia can be a sign of a sanity in some circumstances, in some places and times.

We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.