Books are really, really hard to write. They represent a kind of a summit of grappling with what one really has to say

Services like Google and Facebook only exist because of the social acceptance of a mass amount of distributed volunteer labor from tons and tons of people.

A real friendship ought to introduce each person to unexpected weirdness in the other.

It is impossible to work in information technology without also engaging in social engineering.

An economy where advertisers thrive while journalists and artists struggle, reflects the values of a society more interested in deception and manipulation than in truth and beauty

Create a website that expresses something about who you are that won't fit into the template available to you on a social networking site.

We already knew that kids learned computer technology more easily than adults, It is as if children were waiting all these centuries for someone to invent their native language.

I think seeking perfection in human affairs is a perfect way to destroy them.

Humans change themselves through technology.

Mobs and dictators were made for each other, and when mobs appear, dictators will soon flourish.

A digital sound sample in angry rap doesn't correspond to the graffiti but the wall.

There are two theories on hitting the knuckleball. Unfortunately, neither of them work.

Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.

Cinema Paradiso' is a fantastic film, I love that.

I came up from a difficult background.

As if finding a guy to solve your problems isn't a contradiction of terms.

The greatness of nations is shown by their strict regard for human rights, rigid enforcement of the law without bias, and just administration of the affairs of life.

And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.

We become what we think about. Energy flows where attention goes.

I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.