Everyone loves a dead artist. It’s the living ones that people can’t tolerate.

You know how hard it is to actually touch the world? To make a mark on it? You die and they bury you in it.

That’s what children eventually were for their aging parents: custodians of technology, free personal IT departments keeping them from disappearing forever from the universal cloud.

Women had cup sizes to track their development. Men had a ruler and hope.

Maybe, in the end, a home is a place where you have no other choice but to stay.

All your convictions come back to mock you when you reach a certain age.

I’ve always looked like this—in between. Is there ever an age when a person looks exactly like themselves?

Sometimes it seemed like the whole point of life was not to die the same death as your father.

With patient hope, we can endure any hardship.

For linear-thinking companies, the six Ds of exponentials are the six horsemen of the apocalypse—no question about it.

I am very grateful for all the opportunities life has given me.

God meets daily needs daily. Not weekly or annually. He will give you what you need when it is needed.

The afterlife I'm not so sure about. So, I don't understand why you'd want to hurt other people in thinking that you'll go on in the afterlife to have bliss. I just don't understand it.

Physicists have yet to understand why the Higgs boson's mass is what it is.

Keynes, far from being a wholehearted lover of freedom, viewed with some sympathy the fascist and Communist ‘experiments’ of the 1930s.

Human conduct is ever unreliable until man is anchored in the Divine. Everything in the future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now.

My real name was Thomas Jones Woodward, so I dropped the Woodward.