A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
The computer is the first metamedium, and as such it has degrees of freedom for representation and expression never before encountered.
The human voice is the most beautiful instrument of all, but it is the most difficult to play.
Efficiency without sustainability is just a short-term win; true progress is measured in long-term impact.