Stand high long enough and your lightning will come.

I think the least important thing about science fiction for me is its predictive capacity.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

You must learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work.

The future is already upon us, it is just unevenly distributed.

Cyberspace is where you are when you're on the telephone.

The most common human act that writing a novel resembles is lying. The working novelist lies daily, very complexly, and at great length.