My parents moved from ranch to ranch, valley to valley, town to town, but our roots in Fowler never really faded. For me, it’s a place of history, stories and songs, not just facts and figures.
What a lonely species we are, searching for signals of life from other galaxies, adopting companion animals, visiting parks and zoos to commune with other beasts. In the process, we discover our shared identity.
What I am against is false optimism: the notion either that things have to go well, or else that they tend to, or else that the default condition of historical trajectories is characteristically beneficial in the long-run.
Individuals will speak their minds, which I think is healthy.
Well, the truth is I’m very scared for people to dislike me. I have conflict-avoidance.
We embrace two-legged beings, and can warm to four-legged beings, too, but for most people, six legs is pushing it. Most don’t need multi-eyed, antennaed face time.
I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.
I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Success produces success, just as money produces money.
People thought I was very pro-computer. I was on the cover of ‘Wired’ magazine. Then things began to change. In the early ’80s, we met this technology and became smitten like young lovers. But today our attachment is unhealthy.