I've never actually been a collector. I like the learning-curve, but I buy things, sell them to finance other things.

Cyberspace is where you are when you're on the telephone.

It's an American thing, but it's particularly a southern thing, and its romanticization is hyper-Southern. And it's still irresistible to me, even in middle age. There's something that pulls me to that, but at the same time, I have this increasing awareness of how banal it really is - that evil is inherently banal.

She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.

I don't much live my life as if I was living in a Raymond Chandler novel, which is probably a good thing.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they're coming apart.

The prefix cyber is going the way of the prefix electro.