The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.

Futurists get to a certain age and, as one does, they suddenly recognize their own mortality.

His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol.

I can't imagine writing a book without some strong female characters, unless that was a demand of the setting. I actually tend to suspect that in real life, there have always been very strong female characters, but at certain stages of society, they've been asked to cool it.

That's one of my favorite things about Twitter: You can tweak your feed into a fabulous novelty engine. That's only one thing you can do with it, but it's one of the things I find most entertaining about it.

The future is not Google-able.

The nature of emergent technology is, as Kevin Kelly once said, right out of control. It's an element of human evolution that's completely out of control. It's sort of driving itself, and I don't see it ceasing to do that.