One doesn't just wander unvetted into someone else's epic interstellar future history.

I was only eight when Sputnik was launched, and at that age the boundary between science and fiction is pretty blurry. Whichever way the process ran, I've been a fan of science and SF ever since.

The biggest fatal flaw in most fictional portrayals of nanotech - what sends those books arcing across the room - is ignoring that the nanobots need energy to do... anything.

Science works as a way to make sense of life and the universe. Hard SF as my preferred fictional genre just feels natural.

The scope of what I have to say determines the length of what I write.

Collaboration is a nice change of pace from the often solitary nature of the writer's craft.

It would help if human experts agreed on the meaning of such basic terms as intelligence, consciousness, or awareness. They don't. It's hard to build something that's incompletely defined.

The medical nanobots in my novel 'Small Miracles' tap the energy sources that the patient's own body provides. That is, they can metabolize glycerol and glucose, just as the cells in our bodies do.

Time travel offends our sense of cause and effect - but maybe the universe doesn't insist on cause and effect.

It is of no consequence what others think of you. What matters is what you think of them. That is how you live your life.

Keep food in the fridge, so it don't go stale. When there is nothing left to eat, I bite my nails.

For higher-level execs with greater public visibility, social networks need to become as good at filtering as they are at connecting.

I am playing the music I love and I really play it from my heart, and whatever the out form is - it doesn't matter whether it's art or music.

Never in the history of boredom has anyone been more bored than I am right now.

Filming is completely - was totally new to me ... I had a movie career which wasn't supposed to be, so I couldn't be more thrilled. For those who work, parts seem to get more interesting.

It will be a sad day for the world when the Oriental gent realizes that Western bumbling is only Eastern guile in a different idiom. Well, a lot of it, anyway.

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

I did not deceive him, he did not deceive me, I did not leave him, he did not leave me, I freed him, he freed me.

It is because of the doctrine of judgment and hell that Jesus' proclamations of grace and love are so astounding.