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.

To some extent I'm guilty of wishful thinking. The absence of the interstitial I find unbearable.

Secrets...are the very root of cool.

If ignorance were enough to make things not exist, the world would be more like a lot of people think it is. But it's not. And it's not.

Enlightenment is "being," and it grows; it's end is serenity.

Art Deco for me except in its most crazed and attenuated forms, it's jut a matter of taste.

I've always been interested in people who aren't from anywhere in particular. I think it's all melting. This has been true for as long as I can remember in my adult life.