Somehow I think that if Toronto had been forced to wait a decade [from 80th], it would be a better looking city.

The future is not Google-able.

Hollis thought he looked like William Burroughs, minus the bohemian substrate (or perhaps the methadone). Like someone who'd be invited quail shooting with the vice-president, though too careful to get himself shot.

Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.

My problem is that all things are increasingly interesting to me

If I meet someone and discover that they're an absolute, very earnest nationalist, it's unlikely that I'm going to get much closer to them. I don't understand them. It doesn't matter where they're from, I just don't get it. I'm a multi-national kind of guy.

Gadgets are usually the last thing I think about, and if there's something new, I'll get to the store for the final shipment of the first generation when it's on sale. So I have last year's stuff.