I am, as it were, an eye that the cosmos uses to look at itself. The Mind is not mine alone; the Mind is everywhere.

I like to do things that are surprising and different.

The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.

But how does it feel to plug into a system that's say, a million times as smart as a person.

Computations are everywhere, once you begin to look at things in a certain way.

Advice to beginning SF writers? Write a lot, finish what you write, and when it's done, keep sending it out for quite awhile.

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?