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.Collection: Computers
Australian SF book publishing has undergone a boom recently, and sometimes it's easier for new writers to sell a book to a local publisher first, which then makes a US edition more likely.
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.
I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.
I hadn't given much thought to the prospect of a Hugo nomination at the time it happened, but obviously once you're nominated, winning one seems a bit less far-fetched than before.
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.
I've supported myself by writing since 1992, and I'm probably very nearly unemployable by now because employers are likely to be put off by the long gap.
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.
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.Collection: Wagers
No one grows up. That's one of the sickest lies they ever tell you. People change. People compromise. People get stranded in situations they don't want to be in… and they make the best of it. But don't try to tell me it's some kind of… glorious preordained ascent into emotional maturity. It's not.Collection: Growing Up
For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.Collection: Force
I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.Collection: Dark
Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.Collection: Overrated
Screw every known human culture.Collection: Culture
On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.Collection: Cages
The Universe may be stranger than we can imagine, but it's going to have a tough time outdoing Egan.Collection: Tough Times
It was almost noon when the plane touched down at the Triad airport on the outskirts of Greensboro. There was a hire car waiting for me; I waved my notepad at the dashboard to transmit my profile, then waited as the seating and controls rearranged themselves slightly, piezoelectric actuators humming. As I started to reverse out of the parking bay, the stereo began a soothing improvisation, flashing up a deadpan title: Music for Leaving Airports 11 June 2008.Collection: June
If we spend all our time gazing at the wonders ahead without remembering where we're standing right now, we're going to trip and fall flat on our face, over and over again.Collection: Fall
Everyone here would die for the sake of truth. Everyone here lies constantly for the tiniest chance of personal gain. This is what it means to be a scientist.Collection: Lying
No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.Collection: Journalism
Nobody wants to spend eternity alone.Collection: Want
Mathematics catalogues everything that is not self-contradictory; within that vast inventory, physics is an island of structures rich enough to contain their own beholders.Collection: Islands