The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

A little-known truth: Every aspect of the world is fundamentally unpredictable. Computer scientists have long since proved this.

Think of a field of daisies: they bloom, they wither, and in the spring they grow again. Who wants to see the same stupid daisy year after year, especially with a bunch of crappy iron-lung-type equipment bolted to it?

For me, the best thing about cyberpunk is that it taught me how to enjoy shopping malls, which used to terrify me. Now I just pretend that the whole thing is two miles below the moon’s surface, and that half the people’s right-brains have been eaten by roboticized steel rats. And suddenly it’s interesting again.

In any case, A New Kind of Science is a wonderful book, and I'm still absorbing its teachings.

The simple process of eating and breathing weave all of us together into a vast four-dimensional array. No matter how isolated you may sometimes feel, no matter how lonely, you are never really cut off from the whole.

I like a book better if I can't predict what's going to happen.