Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free. But a few measures more, and the cloak of time closes back around you.

Librarian is a service occupation. Gas station attendant of the mind.

The desire to live in our imagination is driven by this suspicion that we're disembodied sensibilities cobbled into our bodies. That idea has infused most of human thought since the very beginning.

Type a few lines of code, you create an organism.

We don't consider the roles that we're taking in making the world the way it is.

Out of grad school, I worked as a tech writer for a while before going into computer coding for a living.

In 25 years of writing novels, I've never had anything that felt like writer's block.