Change is non-linear and can go backwards, forwards and sideways

The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.

Our moral responsibility is not to stop future, but to shape it...to channel our destiny in humane directions and to ease the trauma of transition.

You've got to think about big things while you're doing small things, so that all the small things go in the right direction.

If we do not learn from history, we shall be compelled to relive it. True. But if we do not change the future, we shall be compelled to endure it. And that could be worse.

The first rule of survival is clear: Nothing is more dangerous than yesterday's success.

Future shock is the shattering stress and disorientation that we induce in individuals by subjecting them to too much change in too short a time.

One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need a new definition.

A new civilization is emerging in our lives, and blind men everywhere are trying to suppress it.

The responsibility for change...lies within us. We must begin with ourselves, teaching ourselves not to close our minds prematurely to the novel, the surprising, the seemingly radical.

Knowledge is knowing... or knowing where to find out.

The promise of the early web was that everyone could have a website but there was something missing. Maybe the technology wasn't ready.

Make a fairy tale and go and live in it.

Collaboration sometimes causes conflict, and sometimes it's easy, but the bringing together of great minds only adds.

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

I love Latin women, yet for some reason I always wind up with blondes.

Ingrid Bergman speaks five languages and can’t act in any of them.

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

What sort of personality does one need to have, as a twenty-first-century mechanic, to tolerate the layers of electronic bullshit that get piled on top of machines?

What is the future? What is the past? What are we? What is the magic fluid that surrounds us and conceals the things we most need to know? We live and die in the midst of marvels.

You can enjoy encouragement coming from outside, but you cannot need for it to come from outside.