I'm rarely grabbed by anything the way I was when I was 10 years younger. About the only relatively new artists whose albums I own are Beck, and They Might Be Giants.

Diaspora starts about a thousand years from now. Most of human civilisation has moved inside computers; essentially, a major branch of our descendants consists of conscious software.

You know what they say the modern version of Pascal's Wager is? Sucking up to as many Transhumanists as possible, just in case one of them turns into God.

Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century.

Fandom is about fandom, it's a great big social club.

Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.

Being rewarded for anything other than the quality of their work is the fastest way to screw-up a writer-and it isn't only new ones who suffer from that.

For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.

I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

The Universe may be stranger than we can imagine, but it's going to have a tough time outdoing Egan.

Look what [Chinese] are doing, they're building a massive fortress against everything. A massive fortress in the South China Sea. And yet they're ripping us off.

If anyone asks you for something that you believe would be injurious to him, refuse, but in such a manner as not to lose his good-will.

If you see a bandwagon, it's too late.

All good businesses are personal. The best businesses are very personal.

My hands are clean, but not because I wasn't prepared to bloody them.

If it is abuse, - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!

The way I make art, the way a lot of people make art, is as an extension of language and communication, where references are incredibly important.

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.

Strike as much and as hard as you please, only don't do it in the dark so that I cannot know who is my enemy.

Only the slow reader will notice the odd crowd of images-flier, butcher, seal-which have gathered to comment on the aims and activities of the speeding reader, perhaps like gossips at a wedding.