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.

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

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?

It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.

One of the nice things about science fiction is that it lets us carry out thought experiments.

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

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.