I'd always maintained that much of the anarchy and craziness of the early internet had a lot to do with the fact that governments just hadn't realised it was there.

I don't think about the real future very much.

The deadliest bullshit is odorless, and transparent.

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 don't have to write about the future. For most people, the present is enough like the future to be pretty scary.

People who feel safer with a gun than with guaranteed medical insurance don't yet have a fully adult concept of scary.

If you’re fifteen or so, today, I suspect that you inhabit a sort of endless digital Now, a state of atemporality enabled by our increasingly efficient communal prosthetic memory. I also suspect that you don’t know it, because, as anthropologists tell us, one cannot know one’s own culture.