Sooner Or Later, All Games Become Serious.

I Believe In The Power Of The Imagination To Remake The World, To Release The Truth Within Us, To Hold Back The Night, To Transcend Death, To Charm Motorways, To Ingratiate Ourselves With Birds, To Enlist The Confidences Of Madmen.

What Our Children Have To Fear Is Not The Cars On The Highways Of Tomorrow But Our Own Pleasure In Calculating The Most Elegant Parameters Of Their Deaths.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.

Across The Communication Landscape Move The Specters Of Sinister Technologies And The Dreams That Money Can Buy.

I Believe That If It Were Possible To Scrap The Whole Of Existing Literature, All Writers Would Find Themselves Inevitably Producing Something Very Close To Sf ... No Other Form Of Fiction Has The Vocabulary Of Ideas And Images To Deal With The Present, Let Alone The Future.