I think few people of education enter politics because it seems like a contact blood sport.

Technology doesn't just do things for us. It does things to us, changing not just what we do but who we are.

We expect more from technology and less from each other. We create technology to provide the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

What is so seductive about texting, about keeping that phone on, about that little red light on the BlackBerry, is you want to know who wants you.

The feeling that 'no one is listening to me' make us want to spend time with machines that seem to care about us.

People are lonely. The network is seductive. But if we are always on, we may deny ourselves the rewards of solitude.

What technology makes easy is not always what nurtures the human spirit.

Human relationships are rich and they're messy and they're demanding. And we clean them up with technology. We sacrifice conversation for mere connection.

Everyone is always having their attention divided between the world of the people [they're] with and this other reality.

Computers are not good or bad; they are powerful.

Not every advance is progress. Not every new thing is better for us humanly.

..chaos is the neighbour of God: but everything's usually neat and tidy in hell...

Even as we live with the knowledge that each day might be our last, we don’t want to believe it.

Do you know what is more hard to bear than the reverses of fortune? It is the baseness the hideous ingratitude of man.

Style can change your look, certainly, but it can also change your life.

As for us, during twenty years' reign, we have known much bitterness.

If the staffe be crooked, the shadow cannot be straight.

When you're shy, a camera becomes an entry into life. It was a kind of shield I could hide my shyness behind, and it allowed me to become an active observer rather than a passive one.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?

When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

He will live ill who does not know how to die well.