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.

All living things are gnarly, in that they inevitably do things that are much more complex than one might have expected.

Some ideas you have to chew on, then roll them around a lot, play with them before you can turn them into funky science fiction.

I think dry nanotechnology is probably a dead-end.

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

Selling a book or story has never become absolutely automatic for me.

It's a waste to chase the pipe dream of a magical tiny theory that allows us to make quick and detailed calculations about the future. We can't predict and we can't control. To accept this can be a source of liberation and inner peace. We're part of the unfolding world, surfing the chaotic waves.