We build our technologies as a way of addressing all our anxieties and desires. They are our passions congealed into these prosthetic extensions of ourselves. And they do it in a way that reflects what we dream ourselves capable of… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
If you're going to immerse yourself in a project for three years, why not stake out a chunk of the world that is completely… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me that half of life’s problems would be solved if one of us had a vagina.” — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
“Information may travel at light speed, but meaning spreads at the speed of dark.” — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
Science is not about control. It is about cultivating a perpetual condition of wonder in the face of something that forever grows one step… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
What we can do should never by itself determine what we choose to do, yet this is the way technology tends to work. — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
I really like science because it seems to be that place where you get the big picture, everything connects. — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
For me, university was just awful because it was closing one door after the other of all these candy shops of professional possibilities. — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
We will live with racism for ever. But senses of self, senses of belonging, senses of us and of others? Those are up for… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
Time passes, as the novelist says. The single most useful trick of fiction for our repair and refreshment: the defeat of time. A century of family saga and a ride up an escalator can take the same number of pages. Fiction sets any conversion rate, then changes it in a syllable. The narrator’s mother carries her child up the stairs… — Richard Powers Copy Share
A book is still atemporal. It is you, in silence, hearing voices in your head, unfolding at a time that has nothing to do… — Richard Powers Copy Share Image
