I still love books. Nothing a computer can do can compare to a book. You can't really put a book on the Internet. Three companies have offered to put books by me on the Net, and I said, 'If you can make something that has a nice jacket, nice paper with that nice smell, then we'll talk.' All the computer can give you is a manuscript. People don't want to read manuscripts. They want to read books. Books smell good. They look good. You can press it to your bosom. You can carry it in your pocket.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

What's the point of having a library full of books you've already read?

Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life? See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff but get caught in a tree halfway down. Get shot at a few times in a dark alley on a Morrocan midnight. Love a beautiful woman.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.