There are bits of the literal future right here, right now, if you know how to look for them.

We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

Dreaming in public is an important part of our job description, as science writers, but there are bad dreams as well as good dreams. We're dreamers, you see, but we're also realists, of a sort.

Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.

I've been interested in autism since I've known about it, which is more or less since I've been writing.

The past is past, the future unformed. There is only the moment, and that is where he prefers to be.

As a writer of fiction who deals with technology, I necessarily deal with the history of technology and the history of technologically induced social change. I roam up and down it in a kind of special way because I roam down it into history, which is invariably itself a speculative affair.