It doesn't matter how fast your modem is if you're being shelled by ethnic separatists.

What strikes me about Toronto is that Toronto's great misfortune was to have too much money in the late 70s and early 80s, and consequently, it built in the style of those periods, which is hideous.

I watch for emergent technologies and pay attention to what people say they'll be good for, then see what we actually use them for. It never occurred to me that a tiny telephone with a wireless transceiver would do whatever it is that it's done to us.

She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.

I can't imagine writing a book without some strong female characters, unless that was a demand of the setting.

I look at [Toronto] and think well, perhaps my grandchildren will someday look at this stuff with the sort of appreciation I once held for Art Deco. Although I've come to find Art Deco quite creepy too.

I don't much live my life as if I was living in a Raymond Chandler novel, which is probably a good thing.