I can't think of a comparable level of cultural excitement about something since Neil Armstrong landed on the moon in the 1960s.

Anger is a fuel. You need fuel to launch a rocket. But if all you have is fuel without any complex internal mechanism directing it, you don't have a rocket. You have a bomb

Businesspeople are like sharks, not just because we're gray and slightly oily, or because our teeth trail the innards of those we have eviscerated, but because we must move forward or die.

After nearly 6,000 years of evidence on the subject, one thing stands clear: the people who end up as leaders in any organization, large or small, are often the craziest guys around.

If you can listen well, people will say you're a good conversationalist.

What about passion, dedication, loyalty? Can a robot provide those? No! On the other hand, it's easier to retire a robot when its day is done.

There are now some mountains that my brain can no longer climb.

Reading my way all the way through Sherlock Holmes gave me a lifelong love for crime and detective fiction.

There are no living beings who exert more power over others, pound for pound, than tiny babies and extremely thin moguls.

I would love to have the power to stop waking at 3 a.m. every night to check my e-mail.

I would like to have my consciousness digitally preserved and housed in a pleasant place for later insertion into a fully functional cyborg when that's possible.

The best lie someone can tell you is that you will have a bumper harvest when you didn’t plant any seed.

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.

If you're not willing to work hard, let someone else do it. I'd rather be with someone who does a horrible job, but gives 110% than with someone who does a good job and gives 60%.

Here, class attendance is expected and students are required to take notes, which they are tested on. What is missing, it seems to me, is the use of knowledge, the practical training.

Every well-thought-out rebuttal to dogma, every scrap of intelligent logic, every absurdist reduction of some bullying stance is the antidote.

In order to move forward, you have to look back.

You forgive yourself for every failure because you are trying to do the right thing. God knows that and you know it. Nobody else may know it.

The automatic machine, whatever we thinkof any feelings it may or may not have, is the precise economic equivalent of the slave.

Actually, your past successes are your biggest obstacle: every battle, every war, is different, and you cannot assume that what worked before will work today.

Ideals are like the stars - you can't touch them with your hands, but by following them you reach your destination.