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.

If you think of your life as a kind of computation, it's quite abundantly clear that there's not going to be a final answer and there won't be anything particularly wonderful about having the computation halt!

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

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

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

If all else fails, there's always print or web zines.

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.